The central fact of my life is a diary, not visual art per se. Since 1969 I've kept a paper journal. 154 notebooks so far.
So I was very interested in the online discussion at the Times - Recording our Lives in 2012 ~ Will Diaries be Published in 2050.
A diary is not a memoir. It happens in real time. There's no edit. But of course there is reread and recount and reread and remorse and move on. But there's no true revision.
I'm 56. I think it's time I started to put it online (or publish in some other way), the original diary. Someone today remarked I just love diaries, they are so neat. There's nothing neat or sweet about mine. As with E. B. White, much of my writing was (and is) rubbish. But it is a document of my time, more constant than any other art form.
I'm not sure whether I will transform this URL to the diaries, or created something new. Probably something new. It will be entry by entry and hopefully I can scan all the covers. Wouldn't want to miss all the fashions, band posters and obsessions of the times. It will take years and names will be changed - save maybe those who are dead. Sadly there are quite a few of them.