This journal is a fictional story in words and ephemera
of a young woman from London who returns to the
birthplace of her ancestors for the first time.
She is a tourist and yet, not a tourist. She sees the
mannerisms and characteristics of her
great grandfather, her aunt Sashsu
and others, in the faces she meets on the streets.
She visits the bazaar and finds a flair for haggling
that she knows is in-born.
The mosques, the tile work, the architecture
speak to a place in her heart that
has waited all these years to be fulfilled.
This piece has been waiting for about two years,
and finally came together last week when I
had the time off to work on it.
I wrote out the journal entries and then translated them
in Google Translator to Turkish. I used a nib pen and sumi ink to
then transcribe them on several of the journal pages.
The bought journal with its picture frame dividers
and palm tree theme provided an excellent substrata.
I had amassed a goodly amount of ephemera and
collage materials, including stamps,
old coins and tickets that
my friend Franny had collected for me
on her trip to Istanbul in the fall of 2011.
As with so many of my pieces, there were months of
sitting and marinating and then it all came
together and was created in just a few days.