I am fascinated by how creative people see, experience, and document their encounters with life. Some people write, others draw, or sketch, or take photographs, or write haiku. The author uses the ephemera from her life and travels, and collects them in her journals and art pieces. It seems that nothing misses her attention - receipts, toilet paper, drug vials, tickets, food and drinks, etc. This book is like holding an art installation of the author's work in your hands.
This is the second time I've looked through this book, and her work always inspires me to see, not just look, at all the flotsam of my life.
During my first few weeks in my Art class one of the teachers placed a few books out amongst them this caught my eye, I only wish I could have spent more time looking at the pages properly rather than just skipping quickly before being told to get back to work but Candy Jernigan's work is collections of food stains, cigarette books and eventually bits and pieces to recall her travels around the world - tickets, receipts, toilet paper, fluff! It was rather fascinating really.
it was these beautiful drawings of blue rocks that appeared in mcsweeneys number 6 that stopped me. drawings of rocks from nova scotia that the artist noticed and documented. meticulously drawn. it was the noticing and documenting that stopped me. that there are other people who see shafts of light through second story windows settle neatly in a box on a hardwood floor and admire it there. the tiny moments that when brought together comprise your life. it might be the best few pages of the thousands of pages mcsweeneys has printed. and i have been waiting for them reproduce the entire portfolio of 99 blue rocks. i would put it on my uneven kitchen table as a reminder that today, the pieces that make up the day are the day. old love letters pressed against a bent chain link fence and gum wrappers blown on autumn breezes from the elementary school to here at your feet. the way, on big garbage days, people pile their sticks all neat or haphazardly. staples in a telephone pole. the way the wires separate the sky as you make your way to work. it fills you up. and maybe. just maybe. that yearning to want to return home. to some safety of yesterday is relieved slightly in the documenting of your having been there. been here. noticing the things that tend to get overlooked.
This work resonates with me on so many scrap-hoarding, cataloguing, quirkily analytical levels. Do you ever find something weird as you wander and wonder "How did this get here?" or "What does this mean?" Just yesterday I found two abandoned shoes near the train tracks. But not a pair. There are stories in debris, in discards, in the shrapnel of life—ephemeral evidence of a story that others will have to piece together into a patchwork puzzle. Candy Jernigan assembled some of the most beautiful interpretations I have ever seen.
This is a beautiful book and I used to get it from the local library to get inspired. Now I own it. Sadly, Candy departed the world way too soon; at age 39. I wonder what else she would have come up with.
Beautiful body of work. One of those artists that reminds you of yourself and things you are interested in so much that you feel connected but also, not as unique as you thought you were. I will reference this book for a long time.
I have wanted to find this book for ages. I finally got a used copy of this book for a super reasonable price. It is fascinating to look at all of the stuff she cataloged and saved. So five stars and favorites pile.
Simply put, this book is cool! I did not know her artwork previous to seeing this. The obsessive nature of her "evidence" combined with the surprising presentations of her work force the viewer to consider a new perspective on the world around us. Inspirational.