So It’s been close to a week since I dropped the last Journal, close to a week since the last Finder responded, and I have been thinking about the project and it’s effects.
One of the huge things that struck me about Sharing Ink was the generosity of the people involved. From the amazing Ink and Spindle ladies who gave me all of the material to cover the Journals, through to the awesome Inscribers who were each so keen to be part of the project and who gave so freely of their time, to the beautiful Sassy Red and Public Studio who did such amazing things to promote it, and to the overwhelming support I’ve had from the general public, not only those keen to find a Journal, but those who simply let me know how much they liked the project.
I also loved the beauty that it uncovered in people. The touching and beautiful stories of the finders and the heart-achingly honest inscriptions were so humbling to receive and read.
It’s been a beautiful thing to be a part of. And it’s so wonderful to be able to make a difference, however small, in so many people’s lives. It’s a joyous thing, to make a gift for someone you love. It’s a slightly more nerve-racking but just as joyous thing to make a gift to leave out in the streets.
To everyone who got in contact, to everyone who was a part of it, everyone who helped out along the way, to everyone who found a Journal and to everyone who wished they could, I say thank you. Thank you for making this project so damn amazing!
And around an hour and a half after the final drop, I received this beautiful response from the Finder of Journal 11 via twitter…
I’m so thrilled so many of the FInders let me know the Journals are going home safely!
About an hour after Drop 10 I received this response from the mother of Journal 20 and Journal 22′s Finders.
How awesome is it that they were found by young artists? I’m really thrilled that these Journals will be put to such good use!
Around lunchtime today I headed into the city for the final Drop of Sharing Ink. I’d started the project at a library, the City Library, and I decided to finish it at a library too, after all I am occasionally a symmetrical kind of gal. So the obvious location for Drop 10 was the State Library of Victoria, a building and an institution I love. Not only are they a library with shelves full to bursting but they also have a mezzanine gallery with an exhibition on the history of books. So cheekily I Dropped two of the Journals there. The final Drop was Journal 22, which went into the beautiful reading room under the 100 year old dome. I walked away happy that I’d done another Drop and proud of this beautiful project, but a little sad too now it’s over!
I was talking to Melbourne craftivist Rayna Fahey the other day and she mentioned her views on patching of clothes, of which she’s very much in favour of. She said she likes to choose materials of different colours to patch an item, to show it has been patched and thus wear it’s history and it’s story proudly on it’s sleeve. So to speak.
And I thought that was so beautiful, that you can read an object’s history in it’s wear and tear, in it’s patches and mends.
That brings me to Journal 22. The handmade paper I’ve used for the Journals differ in thickness and softness, which is one of the beautiful things about it’s nature – it is handmade, which means each one is different, each page is unique. I was aware of it while sewing the Journals together though, on some of the pages I needed to be very gentle to ensure I didn’t tear through with the thread. On a couple of the Journals, it happened anyway, but that was ok, again, it’s the nature of the handmade that sometimes it’s a little wonky or whatever.
But Journal 22 got a little away from me, clearly. When I picked it up this morning I noticed that the bottom stitches had torn through a couple of the pages and as a result, the bottom of the book was very VERY loose and I was a little worried about it. I had to repair it, that was certain. But I thought back to my conversation with Rayna and decided instead of using white thread to match the original stitching, I would go with black to compliment the colour of the pen used in the Inscription.
So here is Journal 22, fixed, tight and beautiful, proudly wearing the story of it’s creation and life on it’s spine and ready to be Dropped today at the State Library.
And then, only minutes after finishing Drop 9 at Flinders St, a Finder posted the story of how they now own Journal 16. I love the adventure they went on to find one!
Only minutes after Dropping Journal 6 at Flinders St Station, I received this FInder response via the Facebook page. How lovely to know Journal 6 found a good home!
Yesterday afternoon I headed into Flinders St Station for Drop 9. At first I had thought I’d do it at peak hour, so that people coming home from working a long week might find a beautiful thing, but I worried that there’d be too many people, so I decided to go in around 2:30 instead. Once I got there, I was really glad I had, as there were heaps of people around at that time, I couldn’t imagine just how many people would have been there 5pm on a Friday night!
It was quite tricky to drop the Journals with so many people around, I wanted to do it unobserved but that was much harder here than anywhere else I’ve done this!
The awesome couple who found Journal 17 are not only continuing to write in their Journal but they’re also keeping the digital world updated with the entries. A number of the Journals had digital components to their Inscriptions and I think it’s awesome that Journal 17′s Finders have decided to take their responses/entries down this route too. Every Finder has responded differently, just as every Inscriber wrote something different. This project has such beautiful diversity, it makes my heart sing!
So as I’ve been dropping the Journals around cultural institutions such as the NGV and the Melbourne and Immigration Museum, I’ve had to do it carefully to avoid staff, security guards and volunteers. But that’s not because I only want the general public to find these Journals, it’s mainly because I don’t want to get busted and escorted from the premises before I’m finished my mission.
And I’ve wondered if any of the Journals have been found by the people who work in the Drop zones. I had hoped that at least one was, because staff are people too and I’d love to make a staffers day just as much as anybody else’s.
Last night, the Finder of Journal 30 posted on the Facebook page and made my night