A New Yorker article about the German photography book publisher Gerhard Steidl quoted the artist Joseph Beuys: “The mistake has already begun when someone seeks to buy a stretcher and canvas.”
I know almost nothing about Beuys, who according to an online biography, “is especially famous for works incorporating animal fat and felt, two common materials—one organic, the other fabricated, or industrial—that had profound personal meaning to the artist. They were also recurring motifs in works suggesting that art, common materials, and one’s ‘everyday life’ were ultimately inseparable.”
I’m tempted to say “Whatever.” But I like the stretcher-canvas comment. For some time now, I’ve had an idea for a novel. I’ve made a few notes in my current all-purpose notebook, under the section called on the handy contents page “Draw/Write /Make (photos).” (See, in the left margin, the notes beginning “write.”)
The Beuysian mistake would/will be to get a new notebook dedicated to the project.