Book of Memory and Regeneration

 |  March 11, 2020
Bridgette Guerzon Mills | Book of Memory and Regeneration

Finally took photos of my artist book “Book of Memory and Regeneration” that I created for the year long collaborative book art project that I participated in. I love my book and all the artwork that the 11 other artists contributed to the pages.

Bridgette Guerzon Mills | page 1 of Book of Memory and Regeneration

When I first sent out my book, I included a poem by Joy Harjo and a piece of writing by Linda Hogan that I hoped would bring inspiration to the receiver.

Bridgette Guerzon Mills | page 2 and 3 of Book of Memory and Regeneration


Joy Harjo 

Remember the sky that you were born under,
know each of the star’s stories.
Remember the moon, know who she is.
Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the
strongest point of time. Remember sundown
and the giving away to night.
Remember your birth, how your mother struggled
to give you form and breath. You are evidence of
her life, and her mother’s, and hers.
Remember your father. He is your life, also.
Remember the earth whose skin you are:
red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth
brown earth, we are earth.
Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their
tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them,
listen to them. They are alive poems.
Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the
origin of this universe.
Remember you are all people and all people
are you.
Remember you are this universe and this
universe is you.
Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.
Remember language comes from this.
Remember the dance language is, that life is.

Bridgette Guerzon Mills | Book of Memory and Regeneration, left side by Roxanne Evans Stout, right side by BGMills

“Sometimes I hear it talking. The light of the sunflower was one language, but there are others more audible. Once, in the redwood forest, I heard a beat, something like a drum or heart coming from. the ground and trees and wind. That underground current stirred a kind of knowing inside me, a kinship and longing, a dream barely remembered that disappeared back to the body. Another time, there was the booming voice of an ocean storm thundering from far out at sea, telling about what lived in the distance, about the rough water that would arrive, wave after wave revealing the disturbance at center.

“Tonight I walk. I am watching the sky. I think of the people who came before me and how they knew the placement of stars in the sky, watched the moving sun long and hard enough to witness how a certain angle of light touched a stone only once a year. Without written records, they knew the gods of every night, the small, fine details of the world around them and of immensity above them.

Walking, I can almost hear the redwoods beating. And the oceans are above me here, rolling clouds, heavy and dark, considering snow. On the dry, red road, I pass the place of the sunflower, that dark and secret location where creation took place. I wonder if it will return this summer, if it will multiply and move up to the other stand of flowers in a territorial struggle.

“It’s winter and there is smoke from the fires. The square, lighted windows of houses are fogging over. It is a world of elemental attention, of all things working together, listening to what speaks in the blood. Whichever road I follow, I walk in the land of many gods, and they love and eat one another. Walking, I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.” -Linda Hogan

Bridgette Guerzon Mills | Book of Memory and Regeneration, spread by Bee Shay
Bridgette Guerzon Mills | Book of Memory and Regeneration

To see more of the spreads in the book, please visit my flickr album. I hope to write another post featuring some of the spreads, but I haven’t been very good about writing lately. Also on my to do list is to create a better section on my website on my book art, but that’s been on my to do list for well over a year. All that to say- best bet is to visit my flickr page.

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