This is so much fun to read how each of you are exploring and discovering new avenues for your personal research. I will continue to respond to each posting during the week with new comments to begin each week. I want to challenge each of you to begin asking questions of one another about your work. Not nasty mean spirited questions but questions you would ask a friend over coffee. Think of ways to push each other a bit and allow for deeper responses.
I thought long and hard about my reaction to Lynn's comments on museums and realized around 5 am that my venting was in reference to the Tech Museum and not any museum I have visited recently. My personal history with the Tech Museum working as a security guard/exhibit designer/assistant to the director/curator of art was an intense experience that was my exposure to public education in a non traditional venue. I continue to take it personally when I go to the museum and see what it has become vs what I know he was on the verge of becoming. So, dear Lynn I apologize for using your wonderful information as a platform for my bitterness.
Some thoughts on my work. The process of going through thousands of slides was overwhelming. I set the pace of one box a day (file boxes jammed backed with little slide boxes) because i knew that if I had all the boxes (10 in all) in front of me I would never begin, just as I had not touched them over all these years. One box a day was doable. As I literally held each slide to the light I was thrown back in time to when I created the work and all them emotions that contributed to work. My work has always been romantically autobiographic....stories from real mixed with fantasies and dreams. These stories returned with all their tears, laughter, fears, daydreams, hopes, regrets, longings, meanderings, musings, mishaps, and secret desires.
I had little plastic containers to hold the various groupings: artist books, prints, dolls, alters, sculptures, paintings, drawings, and installations. What become very obvious was that no matter what form my work took I was still telling stories. Sometimes as with my dolls the stories were hidden or so obscure that they became one story. I found works I had totally forgotten . Never a print or book, because I believe the time it takes to pull a print or make a book is too intense to forget, but many paintings/drawings and a few alters. Odd to see a work I knew I had made but had not thought of in 20 years. The other revelation was that all my installations were/are based on being an Adult Child of an Alcoholic. Never, ever realized this very obvious fact till this process. Mind blowing.
I am beginning with my artist books. My book of little books. The slides are in the VRC at Tech and they are slowing being transferred. Seems this service has always been available but only the art historians use the service. Now I have to begin writing the stories about the books.
One bit of advise. Document now! Take the time to record your work. Your efforts deserve the time it takes.