100 Days of Collecting My Life
This morning, I went for a walk.
Nothing particularly extraordinary happened. I do this most every morning. I followed a familiar route, noticed the changing season, and gathered a few things along the way. A leaf. A stem. Various seed pods. Little bits of the world that caught my attention.
I brought them home.
And later, in my studio, I made a collage.
It's just six inches square. A small arrangement of things collected, considered, and composed. Nothing monumental. But when I finished, I placed it in a basket on my worktable, where it will be joined by another tomorrow.
And another the day after that.
One hundred days. One hundred collages.
Collecting Your Life
For a long time, I’ve been interested in noticing.
The small things. The ordinary things. The things we walk past every day because we think we already know them.
The light moving across the kitchen table. A sentence overheard in a coffee shop. The particular blue of the evening sky. A grocery list tucked into a pocket. A flower growing through a crack in the sidewalk. The way someone you love always tells the same story.
I’ve written often about paying attention to these things.
But lately, I’ve become interested in what happens next.
What do we do with what we notice?