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What’s an ARTObiography? Read STORM OF THE i to find out

Dear Reader,

Tina Collen’s Storm of the i: An Artobiography is an autobiography/memoir that is:

  • Satisfyingly heavy (a compact paperback weighing as much as a hard-core tabletop book),
  • Densely appointed (composed of luscious illustrations; touching, humorous, and/or clever photos; pop-ups; foldouts; cutouts; and other surprises),
  • Beyond creatively designed (the author is also a visual artist with a strong graphic design background), and
  • Compellingly written (utilizing journal entries, hers and others’ poetry, snippets of letters, casually written notes, song lyrics, and personal narrative).

Collen’s words keep the reader asking questions like:

  • What is Collen going to discover next?
  • What is her problem with her father?
  • What is her father’s problem with her?
  • Is there really a problem between them, or is she just imagining it?
  • Will her perceptions change as the book progresses?
  • Will she change as person as a result of writing this book?
  • Will she accept responsibility for who she was and is, or will she just cast blame?
  • Why was she driven to write this book?
  • Will I, the reader, change as a result of reading this book?

How did Storm of the i affect me?

  • I began to urge myself to explore my creativity/thoughts through making colleges.
  • I re-remembered that I want to try sculpting with clay.
  • I realized I’ve used the excuse of not being a trained artist to keep me from making art.
  • I began to question my assumptions about the meanings behind “hurtful” things my parents said in my past.
  • I wondered how other women might learn about themselves through combining visual art and writing.

Dear reader, Storm of the i is an experience you’ll want to share with (buy for–you’ll want to keep your copy) people you love.




If you’d like to see a bit more about how Artobiography came into existence click here.

To purchase a personally autographed copy of Storm of the i go to

(In the comment box include how you’d like it signed.) Books are also available at Barnes & Noble, Borders and Amazon. If your favorite bookstore doesn’t have it on the shelf, they can order it for you.

Tina Collen is giving an autographed book away in a contest, asking people to leave a comment answering this question:

Oftentimes the objects we hold onto contain cryptic clues that point towards something deeper about ourselves. Take a look around your house (or your room) at the things with which you have surrounded yourself. Is there anything you are still hanging onto that seems to contain a hidden message for you? What do you think it is?


Journaling: Saying Goodbye To Another Writing Journal

Dear Reader,

The end is near. Today I’ll fill up the last few lines in my journal.Then I’ll look through it to assure myself I have actually thought and done a few things since I started it December 12, ’08. I’ll leaf through it and remember I saw The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (I tape ticket stubs newspaper articles, flyers, and other scrapbook type items in my journal), The Reader, Slumdog Millionaire, The Grocer’s Son. I’ll reread the prayer card from my father-in-law’s funeral, the cardinal illustration  will remind me of his favorite bird song. I’ll read a sympathy card and notes from my daughter’s eulogy for him, “Grandpa Sam.” I’ll feel satisfaction that ’ve crossed off hundreds of items in my to-do lists and frustration that some things never got done.  I’ll also see I’ve scribbled and highlighted and turned my thoughts around and around until I didn’t recognize them anymore, that I talked to myself, scolded, and sometimes praised myself. This pleases me.

The end is near. It’ll be bittersweet. I’ll deliberate before I select my next journal. I always do. I’ll wonder if I should go for the journal I received as a gift from Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, the one gorgeously filled with handmade paper, or for the thrift store find with a goofy cover intended for a teenage girl. Or will I choose one of the promotional notebooks I picked up at a publishing trade show? And I know once I pick “the one” I’ll feel guilty for abandoning my latest journal. I imagine my old journal will pout, ask what that new journal has that it doesn’t.  I’ll say, “What you once had that the journal before you didn’t: blank pages and potential.” “But, but, that’s not my fault,” it’ll say; and I’ll have to close my heart to its sputtering, just as I’ll close my closet door to it and the rest of my discarded journals.

My parting words might be “You’ve been an important part of my life, dear journal. Go sweetly into my past.”