Exercise #2

Draft of Artist Poem Book Documentation and Reflection

Reflection of writing: Reviewing my writing process was really fun. I liked seeing what changes I made, particularly where and when. I noticed that I worked on different parts each day. There are stable pieces that I left from the first draft to the final draft. These pieces are parts that I felt “done” with as soon as they hit the paper.

I feel guided by my intuition while writing poetry. A challenge I have with writing poetry or doing anything creative is that I find that I tend to second guess myself a lot. When I notice myself being unsure of myself, I know my intuition is not driving, but my ego is attempting to hijack the operation. If I get too much in my head, I know it’s a really good time to take a break and revisit it later.

By drafting the poem every day, there was less pressure, because I knew it was early in the draft. As the final draft crept up, I was feeling much more confident in my poem, even as the pressure to finalize came in. I felt ready and satisfied with the message that I was trying to squeeze out. I feel the message is delivered in my first poem is very blurry and unsure. It’s very cool to watch my intentions solidifying into a final product.

Reflection of bookmaking:

I really enjoyed making this book. I took the painted book course when I was a freshman and I thoroughly enjoyed that. To have it be combined with poetry is so rad to me. I love mixing media and being creative about it.

Due to the fact that I somehow fell behind on this, I couldn’t take the time that I wanted to on the actual art. A creative solution I found was to re-purpose a piece of my previously finished art pieces. I found a painting/ drawing I created this past January. This piece was the creative product of a long day spent in nature with heightened senses. Reflecting on this day and these emotions, I felt this could be the perfect cover to my book. I cut and ripped it up a bit. I used the whole sheet of paper. This feels even cooler to me. Instead of rushing through and forcing some art (which never produces good art for me), I decided to make new art out of my previous art. Before, this piece just sat in a folder. Now, it is covering my poem and serving a purpose. Fitting like a glove.

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Final form:

                            Dis-ease
What is a body? 
What is a mind? 

Where do emotions live?
How might I access mine?

The rubble of the past 
Somewhere I never try to go,
but somehow never leave. 

buried deep beneath. 
blocked. 
no motion. 

Acting in re-actions
seeking ways to numb 

building concrete walls of comfort
just"for fun"

In attempts to hush 
the long spoken whispher
never heard.

Dislodged 
balled up 
disguised as panic. 
percieved as pain.