alexandrian sketchbook
Since July 2021, I’ve been compulsively documenting, through both writing and drawing, every day of mine. Somewhere between art and life practices, my Alexandrian sketchbook is ultimately my most important artistic project, now totaling over a thousand hand-scribbled pages. Meticulously crafted by recycling paper accumulated over the last few years, this large book, at the crossroads between a document, a diary, and an artist’s book, has ultimately fulfilled a number of functions: a tool of connection, meditation, and presence; a documentary record of my daily life in Alexandria; but also a therapeutic instrument, dealing more specifically with intimacy. I’ve placed all my flowers in it: my thoughts, ideas, and memories.
Over the years, in addition to the relatively procedural aspect of daily writing and drawing, a genuine archive of myself has been created in the process. It also provides relief from the anguish of disappearing memories: like a second memory that doesn’t fade or distort; these sketchbooks swollen with memories are a soothing presence in an anxiety-ridden day-to-day life.
