INK TRACES
MEMORY IS MORE INDELIBLE THAN INK
Writing about the expanding bond between the place and me was an organic evolution. But an ordinary journal would not allow us to write together. Multiple attempts led to vellum sheets as I proceeded to scrawl ink strewn pages mapping our encounters. I washed them in the water letting my thoughts go while the ocean left its own signature in reply.
TRUE NAVIGATION BEGINS IN THE HEART
The journal pages reveal an interconnection between the curated places and myself by documenting my metaphoric “tidal levels” as we rise and fall together. Washing them in the ocean left the tidal imprint on the paper too. Later, a dried and folded page revealed a pattern of our superimposed interaction intertwining my writing with the water’s blurred response. The page now resembled a Rorschach test indicating more layers of strata were laid down as our connection deepened.
ONE GOOD SPLASH
With the terrain constantly fluctuating I’m always seeking new sites to wash my journal pages. Summers bring calm waters carrying sand while the winter storms chisel beaches down to their bare bones. Both offer ample opportunities for original ideas, but I’ll admit that waves breaking over tide pools are a personal favorite. If I’m fortunate, the sea doesn’t take the paper along with it.