DOC-U-MENTING

TANGIBLE

    I've started working on a new journal. This one focuses more on aesthetics and emotion, and the concept of growing. It's not quite like my other journals with the Moleskines, where I do a lot of paper collage and writing. There's still some writing, and will be more in the future in this new one, but it's along different lines. This journal will capture tangible art, that which can be felt and holds memories using found and natural objects from my life. I dedicate an abstract idea or emotion to each page I work on. It may not be clear but that's sometimes the point. Here are the first six, below, I've created so far. I'm not going to give explanations of them because what they mean to me is ultimately different than what they will mean to you and I hope these works are viewed as a scene unfolding a story rather than a diary entry.

Coiling Fetus


Acceptance


Torn Favorite


Two To Twenty Four Lost More


Bad T.V. Bad Hair


Hidden Treasures

More to come later!
Mae Jane

FORCES UNKNOWN

I admit it. I believe in the power of The Universe.
I believe we create our own realities and that
everything happens for a reason. I believe in
forces unknown and unseen but truly felt within
and all around us. I believe in science as well but
that they are connected and we just haven't
entirely discovered just how yet.



Plant love, grow love.

;Mj

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

Things are truly what we make of them.
Our perception of our surroundings and
circumstances ultimately decide our fates
within them.

falling strands of coffee hair, a strand for each fear,
but "you can be anything you want to be," right?
life is magical when we choose to see it that way;
our lives comprised of our thoughts. you are
what you ponder. so ponder glorious truth,
beauty, and strength.

I think seasonal depression is trying to take hold of me.
I won't let it though. I've got cupcakes and tea and
sweet cozy kitties to cure that ick.

Reflecting on growing up, realizing I've only aged,
and hardly matured.

I've grown from this but not much. I'd still roller skate
in the snow if I had the chance. I still make
silly faces and dress like a goober, but instead of
being 8, I'm 24. Just a 24 year old kid and it's all good.

Love, Love
;Mj

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Capsules

                               "Upset with the past, but it's all that holds us now."

    Ponder this my friends. Do we ever really let go of moments?  The magical and even the bitter ones? Years gone by, almost decades, and do we dare remember or dare forget? Cherish or ignore? Laughter lost, embraces filled with spaces, and all we are left with are crumbled photos and memories we realize we'd rather hold onto, no matter how painful they might be, than be without them in the slightest. Shoebox diaries. How many of you have one of those capsules of times replaced? It's silly really. Replaying the memories doesn't bring them into reality before our eyes. It kind of torments our souls, longing for back then or what-ifs or do-overs. But it's all we have at the end of the day before we close our eyes. Drift, drift, drift. Drifting asleep, drifting apart.

;Mj