The folding continues. I started down this path because of a dream. It baffled me at first. Now, I think I am coming to understand what it means, although I still have no clue why I am compelled to do it.
They are a type of clock. Each fold represents a passage of time, a breathe taken, a heartbeat.
A week or so ago, I realized that I breathe deliberately when I am folding a book. Just as one would when meditating or praying. My entire focus is on what I am doing. The folds are markers, a physical remanent of breaths I took while I was working.
Anyone who knows me well knows that it isn't unusual for me to be totally absorbed in what I am doing to the exclusion of all else. It is the reason that I love to paint. But it is a deliberate act. I feel that painting is the exact opposite of what I do when I doodle.
Doodling is unconscious, it is like dreaming. Folding, like painting, is an entirely conscious act.
I still have so many questions that I must answer.
Why does it have to be books? Why not the newspaper or origami paper? Lord knows, I would leap at the chance to buy a bunch of beautiful papers.
Is a stopwatch, or a timer, a better analogy than a clock for the resulting object, because they represent time passed rather than time passing?
Is it time well spent, or hours wasted?
What are they? Are they still books after they have been folded? Are they sculpture?
Am I destroying or creating when I do it?
Why do I feel like they are related to embroidery? Is the relationship merely the time passed and the patience and persistence required to do them? Do I need to move beyond what I am doing now and somehow combine the two?
Or are they totally separate ways to manifest the same idea?