New things come from old things. Treasures begin as trash. The present is embedded in the past, pushes it forward into a narrated future, connects us to the narratives that came before it. Speech is made out of sounds, meaning out of marks–on stone, papyrus, parchment, paper, little glowing screens: words, the ultimate renewable resource, with which we make out of chaos, art out of life, and stories, stories, stories, from the trivial to the profound: internet clickbait, the epics of the Ancients.
My life’s work has been finding and telling and writing my stories, helping others to find and tell and write theirs. Now I want to find ways to elicit more, understand that everyone tells and lives them. They are an ongoing conversation in which we all may participate. They are hidden everywhere, in plain sight. They stand at the threshold between past and future, reside in the historical context of language and thought. They articulate the human present. Recycled Fiction aspires to inspire, collect and compile them and send them out into the world.
Auguste Rodin (1840-1917)
Le Sommeil [Sleep]
Bust in terra cotta, plaster, wax, modeling clay and journal pages