Or when does a methodical approach become obsessive madness?
I’m a slightly (ahem) obsessive type. Let me re-frame that and say “I’m a deep diver”. So when I decide to photograph obsolete objects hanging around my studio for 30 days…. 365 days later it becomes probably 900+ images, 365 blog posts, a lot of research on various arcane things… and well you see what I mean.
I picked up a book from the library recently “The Archive Carpet” by Michael Hetherington. Anything with the word archive in it is bound to catch my eye.
It open with
Beginning on November 17, 1995, I wrote a fragment of fiction every day for 2,500 in a row, ending on Thanksgiving Sunday in October 2002. (I continued writing these daily sentences for another 3,500 days in a row…)”
Mr. Hetherington I take my obso hat** off to you and relinquish my crown of obsession.
Or do I? Later
I’ve only read the first few pages, hence this is a micro review, and there can be no macro when you are reading fragments.
It’s very funny. I don’t know what I expected. But it did make me laugh out loud a few times.
A month or so later, one voyage, and several books consumed found via those cute little free libraries, I had to return this book to avoid fines and hadn’t finished it. Maybe it was just too deep.