Writing Home

Every morning recaptured in a dream
Every evening abandoned
A house covered with dawn
Open to the winds of my youth.
                                     -J. Laroche

Since leaving my "first universe," my childhood home, I've been a revenant passing through many places. Then I realized that a home is not a structure but a vision that is under construction; and if we creatively dis-place ourselves, we can "include all that resides 'outside' our selves—the lakes, rocks, birds, oil spills, and ancestors—as part of our experience of subjectivity."1

Along with pursuing a "style of old age" for digital literary art, one that may appear in a precocious youth, the arduous transitions of middle-age, or as an elder's hard-won wisdom, Writing Home continues my work toward composing a "deeper kind of literacy, even when consumed on an e–reader."2 As with several preceding projects, I've shed the adoration of multimedia, to meditate on the granular text and the silent flow of its accompanying permeated images.

As this project passed the halfway mark, I realized that by size and color these letters are related to "a rectangular piece of thick paper or thin cardboard intended for writing and mailing without an envelope;"3 that is, they are picture postcards conceived in a digital format. Although cast in a medium that virtually collapses time, the effort required to write and read them severs any affinity they may have with a Twitter, "a short burst of inconsequential information,"4 as opposed to a "deeper kind of literacy."


1- A. Fidyk, "On Home and Identity: Following the Way of the Roma." Spring Journal. Vol 85, Spring 2011.
2- D. Huntsperger,"Clickthrough Culture and Difficult Literature." Rain Taxi (Online Edition), Fall 2012.
3- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Postcard
4- J. Dorsey, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Dorsey

Thank you to Pacifica Graduate Institute, where I am Artist-in-Residence; The University of California, Santa Barbara, for a Research Fellowship; Portland State University for Internet resources; and the Center for Digital Discourse and Culture, Virginia Polytechnic University, for archiving my digital work.

-Joel Weishaus