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I have the utmost respect for artists who employ techniques of routine into their work. Think Lisa Congdon’s Collection a Day or Kate Bingaman Burt’s Obsessive Consumption. There’s also Michael Beirut’s 100 Day Project. With these and other projects circulating in my consciousness, I decided to give Fun-A-Day Boston a try. Rather than work on a photography project, I chose to create compositions out of paper. I wanted to make a series of collages that relate to one another while remaining their own individual entity. Every day would find me searching through old magazines, experimenting with paper cutouts, and/or making semi-permanently attachments.
I found it therapeutic at first. It was a relief to pause, usually at the end of the day, and direct my attention toward a task. And then I slowly lost momentum. It dissipated altogether when I needed my kitchen table to entertain dinner guests. Bits of paper remain piled in my living room and bedroom, awaiting their chance to be glue-sticked in place. 
I hate to give up, so I’m not. My devotion to this routine project has not completely diminished. It was merely stalled by unexpected life events and lack of a consistent workspace. The workspace situation will be remedied by Saturday morning. (More on these developments coming soon.) And I plan to have fun every single day of February.

I have the utmost respect for artists who employ techniques of routine into their work. Think Lisa Congdon’s Collection a Day or Kate Bingaman Burt’s Obsessive Consumption. There’s also Michael Beirut’s 100 Day Project. With these and other projects circulating in my consciousness, I decided to give Fun-A-Day Boston a try. Rather than work on a photography project, I chose to create compositions out of paper. I wanted to make a series of collages that relate to one another while remaining their own individual entity. Every day would find me searching through old magazines, experimenting with paper cutouts, and/or making semi-permanently attachments.

I found it therapeutic at first. It was a relief to pause, usually at the end of the day, and direct my attention toward a task. And then I slowly lost momentum. It dissipated altogether when I needed my kitchen table to entertain dinner guests. Bits of paper remain piled in my living room and bedroom, awaiting their chance to be glue-sticked in place. 

I hate to give up, so I’m not. My devotion to this routine project has not completely diminished. It was merely stalled by unexpected life events and lack of a consistent workspace. The workspace situation will be remedied by Saturday morning. (More on these developments coming soon.) And I plan to have fun every single day of February.

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