In mid-December I always spend time thinking about daily art, because I have to decide what my project will be for the coming year. But this year I've been thinking a whole lot more, because I have just spent five weeks with my solo show about daily art on display, and since then I have been putting things away.
While the show was up, one of the visitors said to me "This looks like a journal of your whole life!" And he was right. Looking back at the daily art, of whatever mode and medium, I can track vacations, art projects, walks, weather, orchestra and opera performances, museum visits, weddings and funerals and new babies, birthdays and anniversaries.
That's not why I do daily art, but it's a great side benefit. Between the daily art and the home and work calendars I have religiously saved ever since we got married, I can reconstruct a lot of my life in detail. If I require Senate confirmation for some future big government job, I will make Brett Kavanaugh look memory-impaired.