A page torn from a paperback novel. Painted cadmium red medium. Kept over a decade. Often tacked to a bulletin board. Intermittently stared at pleasingly and quizzically.
Color and texture are pleasing. It’s art and I can touch it. It bends. It’s flexible. It holds a mystery. I know it. I am faithful to it. Imagine this page torn from a paperback novel painted cadmium red medium holding such grit, such potency—for me.
Will this page remain this entity of one…but no, it will beget, connect, yield. It will. Then, in a moment of one day after many days, an idea offers itself up. Direction clear: form bands of color in a paperback novel by marking off each paragraph within the text.
A link is made. That’s how I began my in-progress-work of repurposing a novel’s text (see photo of Chapter 1, Page 1, below). I remain amazed at how this activity squeezed through to my consciousness after what must have been an incredible amount of synaptic occurrences (prompted by a multiplicity of viewings of a torn page with red paint) never quite surfaced.


Chapter 1, Page 1
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