experimenting with images and text, book making, layers of meaning

I’m continuing to experiment with putting/printing my photos onto paper and adding handwritten text. I’m going to scan the pages, print them, add more layers of images and text, scan them again, print them again, see what that does. I’m going to try printing directly onto grid or lined paper from from notebooks like the one below, instead of just onto regular white copy paper. I want to create a book to present images of most of the self-portraits from this project, along with the text taken from the OnlyFans captions.

I like taking the captions and writing them by hand, breaking them up and singling out certain words or building upon them with new words. I’ve also been physically cutting up some of the paper that I’ve written text on to, which distorts things a little and offers additional layers of meaning. I like the physical element of this way of making. As in, I could create layers of text/images digitally but I like doing it by hand, the writing and cutting up and scanning and printing.

things to tell u, 7

in the Doha airport… The flight from Adelaide to Doha is 13.5 hours, 7.5 hours from Doha to London. The last time I took a long flight like this to Europe I was going to Madrid to visit my now ex boyfriend. The day I took that flight I was… felt hopeful like I had never felt before. I feel bleak thinking about it now. I was going to move to Madrid. I don’t know. Not anymore. Three omens in Madrid: The dead branch, the dead bird, the name uttered quietly in the kitchen. My current aloneness… I think of my singular vision… “no one can take this away from me”. Everything here (the airport) is very clean and shiny… anywhere in the world. Aloneness seems good for my art. Or not bad for it anyway. I don’t like a calm quiet vision. Special place in my heart for the singular visions. You would never recognise them when you look at me. I love the surfaces here. Silver, glass, grey, everything reflecting and replicating reflecting and replicating. The quiet. I went to London ten years ago. I am closer to my real self now. little broken heart… I’m watching the sunrise through the window, sad and beautiful world.