This morning I entered into the slightly breezy Atrium at Fed Square to meet up with Journal 18′s Inscriber. We chatted about art, about finding time for all the different things life throws at you in a day and about the importance of feedback for an artist, how hard it can be to make work without ever knowing how it’s being received.
The Inscriber then handed back Journal 18, which is now ready to be released starting August 1.
If you’re in the Melbourne CBD around this time, keep an eye out and you may spot one for yourself!
This morning I trekked through the suburbs to a truly beautiful council library which had a fancy little cafe in it’s foyer. Here I met Journal 30′s Inscriber over coffee. We chatted about our various weekend adventures, someone went away to a trade fair, someone spent the weekend as a visitor in hospital. We chatted about art and art galleries, participating in and organizing exhibitions and of dodgy meat pies. Then I received back Journal 30, ready to be found by someone in August. We’re getting so close!
Next I high-tailed it to Bridge Rd where I was meeting Journal 25′s Inscriber. I walked the length of the street, and most of the old buildings have little historical markers saying who first set up what shop on that site. There were an awful lot of butchers back then, and almost as many boot makers. Fittingly enough there were also 3 different book sellers and libraries back then (clearly you couldn’t have one without the other). I met the Inscriber in another lovely cafe and we chatted about teaching and classes and book making. This Inscriber showed a class of teenagers their Journal and spoke a little about the project and the students were really keen on it (how nice is that?). I have promised this Inscriber that I’ll teach them how to make books so they can teach their students. And so the project continues, long after the final Sharing Ink journal is put out in the world.
Interestingly enough, both Inscribers put their Journals at the same spot for me to take the photo – peeking over the top and both shared similar ideas in the inscription although they don’t know each other! The different takes of the various Inscribers are always really interesting…
Today, I hung around my mail box because I knew something awesome was about to arrive. The postie handed it to me with a smile and I dashed inside to open it.
Journal 15, arrived home safely and is ready to go out on the streets for someone to find and claim as their own.
Will it be yours?
This afternoon I headed to the other end of town to retrieve Journal 21 from it’s Inscriber. I headed back into the beautiful building and headed up to the right floor. I think this Inscriber’s assistant know why I was there, as they seemed almost as excited as the Inscriber themselves!
We had a quick chat and then Journal 21 was returned.
This was only the second time I had met this Inscriber (the first was when I delivered the Journal earlier) and I am constantly amazed at just how lovely all the Inscribers are. It’s truly touching that all these amazing people are so keen to help do something lovely for a stranger.
Thank you all!
On Sunday, we (Pop Up Playground) were running a game in the State Library of Victoria for their Carnival of Curiosity. We were going to be there all day, so this Inscriber decided to drop by, check out all the interesting events going on and to hand back Journal 12.
They found us about halfway during the day, and removed from their backpack a paper bag, in which was Journal 12. They had wanted to protect the Journal from anything else that might be crashing around in their bag.
I’ve found this is an reoccurring sentiment from the Inscribers, that they’re all looking to protect and take care of the Journals while they have them, which I think is lovely.
Journal 12 is now ready to be put out in the CBD from the 1 – 10 August. I hope you find one!
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!
This morning I was running errands and completed the final one only to find I was on entirely the other side of town from my next appointment – picking up Journal 7 from it’s Inscriber. So there was a long car drive sans music (I’d forgotten the stereo front) in which to think some thoughts. I spent a while thinking about other artists who utalise gifting in their practice, of which there are a few I’ve found but I wish I could find more. Do you know of any?
I arrived at the Inscriber’s dwelling, but as you might recall, this Inscriber was off overseas so they’d left the Journal with their partner for me to pick up. I bounded up the stairs and rang the bell and was greeted by a jingling of keys and a soft ‘shalom’ which was a particularly beautiful way to be greeted.
I collected the Journal from their outstretched hand and carefully put it away in a brown paper bag reserved for collecting Journals.
This morning’s fog shrouded Melbourne with a fairytale blanket, as we drove to breakfast; buildings, cars and people suddenly appeared out from nowhere, looming large then receding again once we’d passed them, disappearing quickly back into the fog. It gave the city a magical quality, things constantly shifting in and out of vision.
Once breakfast was done, we drove across town to collect Journal 6. The Inscriber was at home today, working on projects so it was easiest to drop by their house. It was a flying visit, not even time for coffee, but we stayed long enough to be investigated thoroughly by the Inscribers curious, if elderly, boxer.
We left with Journal 6 carefully slipped into my bag and literally covered in dog fur.
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?
Today is another exciting day, as we had our first hand back of a Journal from an Inscriber.
I met this Inscriber on a windy afternoon in the reading dome of the State Library of Victoria, where talking is frowned upon. In utter silence, the Inscriber put Journal 11 down on the desk and slid it over to me. I nodded as I took it and slipped it into my bag. Quickly we both left the dome, stifling giggles. It was just like spies, swapping secret information, except this was swapping secret art.
The Journal is now sitting on my desk behind me. Today means that Journal 11 is now ready and waiting to be ‘dropped’ somewhere in the CBD in August for Sharing Ink.
And that’s pretty damn exciting!