In our attempts to learn a new language, we might try to synthesize all the parts of ourselves that were shattered when we built Babel. “Learn a language, get a new soul,” a Czech proverb declares. Maybe deep in our psyche, we know all human language to be one.
Despite myself, I looked at these blank journals before anything else in the bookstore. The other books have already fulfilled their creative potential. They are tragically incomplete and absolute without a writer.
The interaction of the components in a collage are a psychic play that is deeply personal to the artist, even if they’re unaware of it.