Sun sharpens my study, warming the room. I’ve photographed a page from my Monhegan Island journal, digitally colored and printed the page, and cut it into small squares and rectangles of fragmented text. This visual art project has been wearing a circular track in my mind for a couple of days and now is taking shape on my desk. Is this preparation for my upcoming month at Vermont Studio Center where I’ll be mapping the island journal/memoir I started five years, trying to shape it into a book? At this moment, cutting colored text into boxes to arrange is what I need to do. So I’m doing it.
Grace Mattern 