ANALOG Journals

Maybe it's time we send a note to our future selves, live in a little quiet space to sort through things. We Fancy journals are here to fill that need as we travel through journeys or just our heads. Pick from one of Jennifer S. Levine's featured paintings for a cover then choose from either ruled line or blank pages. Each journal is a portable 5 x 7 IN, comes with a high-quality, matte laminated wrap-print cover and 128 sheets of 90gsm quality paper. We'd say that makes it just write!

ABOUT THE PAINTING:

ANALOG: Acrylic on canvas, 22 x 28 IN.

Analog technology came before digital, before the WWW dots, far before bluetooth. We aren’t talking ancient history, here, like an abacus or horse and buggy. Let’s think in terms of the good ole cassette tape or record over a cd then streaming service.

A half a dozen years ago, I was invited to a larger family Easter gathering. I knew kids of all ages would be there. And, it was EASTER. So, I grabbed a pair of bunny ears on my way over to the address. I was the only one in bunny ears, to no surprise, but the kids enjoyed them as I did therefore mission accomplished. Later in the afternoon, as the stampede for brunch had slowed to a steady graze of deserts and coffee, I got to talking with a couple sweet college gals. They, too, liked my ears. To which I told them, “Thank you, this is my ‘analog’ filter!” Blank stares. Finally one of them asked me what ‘analog’ meant.

Though many moons have passed since that conversation, it stuck with me, obviously. I have always thought it amusing that today’s technology is literally making that technological term, the very word, obsolete to the point that one generational degree  away from myself has never heard it. As much as wonder what other words are being lost to the evolutions of science and language, I wonder still at what’s replacing it.

There was a time, as technologies were released into the marketplace that industry leaders would tout new inventions as “time savers”. But, as the world moves faster, we find ourselves asking “Where has the time gone?” There’s much made, now, about mechanical precision. But, haven’t some of our greatest discoveries been found through anomalies and accidents? Isn’t something or someone more memorable for idiosyncrasies? And now, of course, there’s the increased automation of even our ideas with artificial intelligence. People now ask me, as a creative, “How do you feel about AI creating art and writing books?”

As I listen to Mahler’s Symphony No. 3, ponder these questions, look at my painting inspired by the ideas and tap away at my keyboard to transpose into words these thoughts, I have only hope to answer. Humanity will never be replaced. Until our dying breath, we need original, organic expression to connect us as we need air to breathe.