A Journal drop goes like this. I find a good place and wait til no one’s around (or in cases f super busy places, when no one’s looking) then I put the Journal down, photograph it with my phone and walk away. As I’m walking away, I upload the photo to the Sharing Ink Facebook page which also loads it up to Twitter. This is to give the best chance for people to see the photo and then go looking for the Journal.
Pretty much the moment I walked away from Journal 2 and loaded the image to Facebook/Twitter, I received this tweet in response. Since Jelli had been in the NGV looking yesterday for a Journal with no luck, it was awesome that she found one today!
This afternoon I trekked into town to Fed Square for Drop 7. The clouds were threatening but I was feeling brave and didn’t bring an umbrella. Which, it turned out later, was the wrong decision. However, Once inside the relative warmth of Fed Square, I found that the Atrium, my planned drop zone, was filled with tables on which later tonight there will be much wine for a wine awards ceremony. I am nothing if not flexible, so instead I headed outside to drop the Journals, hoping people would find them before the rain struck.
Today I also wanted to highlight Ink and Spindle, the local screenprinting business that is responsible for the amazing material that make the unique Sharing Ink Journals covers.
Apart from their beautiful range of prints and their commitment to ethically produced and eco-friendly materials, Lara and Tegan are great believers in community and local artists. When I contacted them about the possibility of being part of Sharing Ink, they leapt at the chance to participate in a local art project.
This is Ink and Spindle’s 10 metre table, where they print all their distinctive and amazing fabrics. If you look closely at this photo, you might recognize the pattern, it can be seen (wholly or partly) on Journal 12, Journal 27, Journal 24, Journal 28, Journal 29, Journal 21, Journal 13, Journal 2, Journal 15, Journal 9 and Journal 10. But as you look on the Journals, you’ll notice the layers and layers of other patterns overprinted across the material. This is because the Sharing ink Journal material is actually material that Ink and Spindle lay down the protect their table from the screen printing process. This makes every Sharing Ink Journal unique, although there are patterns that appear again and again, it’s never the same collection of patterns on any inch of the material.
If you go to the Ink and Spindle website you’ll see all the patterns you’ve noticed on the Journals in all their glory.
I’d like to thank Ink and Spindle for their support, it is their material that gives this project it’s visual continuity and it is their generousness that has helped infuse the loveliness that is such a part of Sharing Ink.
So there’s a thing that’s starting to happen, which I didn’t anticipate but I think it’s kind of wonderful.
It started with Journal 11, when I got it back from it’s Inscriber. When I went to take a photo of the return, the Inscriber said “How about I put the Journal in front of my face?” and promptly did.
I took the photo, although I wasn’t sure that’s what I wanted for the hand back photos, so I also got them to place it on the table and photographed it, ultimately that was the one I used.
Next was the hand back of Journal 2. As you might recall, we went for a pub lunch and after the Inscriber handed the Journal back, I noticed that they hadn’t signed it. Now it’s up to the Inscribers whether they want to sign it or not, but when I asked this Inscriber, they decided that they did want to sign it. So they took it back and I snapped the moment of signing, feeling a bit like I was capturing something important, but not knowing why. I didn’t use the photo, but here it is.
Then just the other day, I went to pick up Journal 10 from it’s Inscriber. They wern’t in the office that day, but they had left it at the front desk for me, the lady there was smiling as she handed it back to me. Again, I forgot to take a photo (what is it about me not photographing Journal 10? How did I fail at that twice?) But I didn’t mention it to the Inscriber, to be honest I didn’t notice that I hadn’t photographed it. But the next day, the Inscriber’s lovely assistant emailed me this photo, without being asked.
How amazing is that? This is clearly a trend with the Inscribers, an interesting one since none of them know who any of the other Inscribers are. Super interesting!
And this is currently my desk. Although it looks chaotic there’s actually method in the madness. At the front is the final cover being glued, Journal 30.
Just behind that are two flat stacks of covers waiting to be sewn together with pages at the left, which are sorted into piles of 12 and folded (you can see Journal 24′s cover at the top of the front pile – this photo was taken about halfway through the day. The Journal on the top of the other pile hasn’t been sewn together yet, so doesn’t have a number).
Behind the covers are two piles of finished Journals, waiting to be given to Inscribers (Journals 5 and 9 are on the top of those piles).
At the left side around the middle of the frame are two of the Journals that have been handed back by the Inscribers and are now ready and waiting to go out. Journal 2 is at the front, behind that is Journal 11.
Phew! But I can’t wait until all the Journals are in the ‘ready to go out’ pile
After Camberwell Markets, I headed to the pub for a Sunday lunch. The pub was one I hadn’t been to for years, and it had a good selection of warm food (which was needed on the sunny but very cold day yesterday!) and an even better selection of ciders. It also had Journal 2′s Inscriber, ready and waiting for the hand back. Look carefully at the photo, you might notice an addition to the Journal!
So that’s two Journals ready to be left around the Melbourne CBD at the start of August. Will you be on the lookout for one?
The next Inscriber has recently become an Australian citizen, so last night we went to a small dinner party in celebration, thrown by another ex-pat of the Inscriber’s original country. Somewhere in the middle of Vegemite and cheese toastie entrees, discussions of old and new countries, of soup and amazing brownies, we found a moment to hand over Journal 2, which is covered in a mix of flowers and houses and Australian birds.
To the Inscriber of Journal 2, we say ‘welcome home, friend!’