Something else i love almost as much as books are things, little trinkets, receipts, ribbons, scraps of paper with useless scribbles, shells and rocks from the beach. Things that carry memory weight to me because to another these things are clutter and junk.
As these photos are all memories i feel these little things are almost too much to just skip over, they're belong with the memories like two halves of anything belong to each other.
The next idea I'm going to try is printing the photos on pieces of cloth and arranging them between the scraps of things in a completely non linear way in a largish rectangular box. i've moved forward from the linear perspective as it really only applies to how i view them, to another set of eyes they're just photographs in a box or book. They need to be able to stand alone because if they're being viewed in a non linear fashion, one can't rest on the success of the other.
i had a complete stranger the other day, after talking to me for ten minutes, call me a loveist. Not a romantic, a loveist. Someone who seems to love more than hate and someone who says beautiful more than ugly.
These photographs are the memoirs of a loveist.
