the contours

{image: vivienne flesher}

Since about fourth grade, I've kept a journal and sketchbook... sometimes separate, sometimes the same blank book, but always a combination of writing and drawing to help me put form to the formless. My mind is sometimes scarily nonlinear, so if I don't have a reflecting surface, I get very lost in the cloud of information-stimulus that composes life. If that doesn't work, I often take refuge in the refections of others in order to make sense of it all. Even putting words to the cloud itself is a relief.