Storm of the i : An Artobiography

Each participant receives a copy of Storm of the i. The Artobiography Experience is not an art or writing workshop, no special talents are necessary—just a willingness to participate and an interest in personal insight. If a piece is created that’s worthy of keeping, that’s a bonus. All materials are provided: magazines, scissors, glue sticks, etc. We spend some time selecting and cutting out pictures and headlines or sections of text with words, whatever seems appealing, keeping this thought in mind: More than anything, I’d like you to know this about me.

When we’re finished the spontaneous collage boards are put up on a wall. There are no signatures, everything is anonymous. I ask for interpretations about what the person who created this is trying to communicate about themselves. That person gets to hear what others think they have revealed. (Sometimes it’s surprising to them.)

The conversations are most lively, entertaining and insightful when the people involved are friends and know each other well. At the first Artobiography Experience I facilitated, the group was intent on figuring out who had done each piece and, much to my surprise, immediately guessed every one.

As the child of a critical father, I, in particular, related to this memoir. The Artobiography Experience of “spontaneous collage,” which was a wonderful evening with close friends, revealed to me something quite personal about a cross- road I am facing right now. That it is game time for me (one of the words I unconsciously put in the center of my collage) became quite clear.”

—Anya Kirva


“The piece I made seemed to be a snapshot of this moment in my life. I wanted to put a date on it to mark this time. The collage I made looks like it’s from another era. My mother passed away 9 days earlier and I’m filled with memories of her, steeped in a lifetime of her possessions. Making the collage helped me see and embrace, own actually, how much of my mother is a part of me … and I have this collage to help with this passage in a very sweet way.”

—Sally Powell-Ashby


If you’re interested in arranging a workshop with your friends or book group text Tina Collen 303-443-1516.



Book Launch Party
& Multimedia Presentation

Tesla Gallery, Boulder
Storm of the i:
An Artobiography
Tina with Tesla

And what does a Tesla Electric Car and Tina Collen’s memoir have in common? Healing. One is about healing the planet and the other is about healing one’s heart. They’re both clearing the air and doing it with style and cutting-edge design.

130 people showed up and everyone who came early was invited to check out the gorgeous Tesla sports cars before the book event. Zero to 60 in 3.7 seconds.

Two book fans towering over the author

Kabbalah Live Lecture Series

Closeup of book table at Kabbalah Live

Goldberger Center, Denver

Each presentation offers a different artist or writer at the top of their game to speak about their “Aha!” moment

“Book of the Year” Gold Medal winner

ForeWord magazine reviews 2000-plus books a year from the country’s top small presses for the magazine’s readership of librarians, booksellers, and 125,000 website visitors.

BookExpo America book signing

Jacob Javits Convention Center NYC

Center: Nautilus Gold Medal winner

Nautilus Book Award Gold Medal winner

“Nautilus Book Awards recognize the leading edge of the leading edge of books about where the culture is heading by the people who are taking it there.”

They review and acknowledge books that promote conscious living and positive social change, books that offer life-affirming options to a world that longs for a new story. Their process is long and labor-intensive and is carried out by three teams of judges—highly qualified, experienced reviewers located across the U.S. with successful careers as editors, writers, publishers, librarians, college professors and bookstore owners. Previous winners include the Dalai Lama, Deepak Chopra, Eckhart Tolle, Andrew Weil, Barbara Kingsolver, Marianne Williamson, Naomi Wolf and on. The Essential Box Set of Landmark Speeches & Sermons of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. won a silver in 2010.

Interview on Sirius XM Radio

with Maggie Linton

and an interview on KGNU Radio

with Sharon Jogerst

“Collen’s talks are inspiritational and audiences for her multimedia presentations have been growing steadily. At her last book event, the Denver Eclectics, she addressed an audience of 250. She concludes her presentations with a shocker—the story of what transpired (after she finished writing the book) between her and her father who is now 95.” —KGNU Radio, Denver Colorado

Tina joins Sharon Jogerst at KGNU

Aspen Comedy Festival, of all places

Excerpt reading

Revealing self portrait mystery

Boulder JCC Presentation
& Book signing

Barbed Wire Books

Meet the author at Barbed Wire Books

Longmont, Colorado

Book giveaway

The author is giving away an autographed book to the reader who posts the most thought-provoking answer to 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?

A book went to Karelle who commented:

In my kitchen I saw the wok that my mother gave me so many years ago and was reminded of the feeling I carried around for so long that she was still trying to control me from the grave. When I was bringing up my daughter I would think about what my mother would do and then I would do the exact opposite. Now I’m reminded of all the things she told me that turned out to be true.

Excerpts from the Blog Tour

Doing it with GraceStorm of the i: An Artobiography by author/artist Tina Collen, is a cohesive marriage of exhibition and memoir. She opens her life’s portfolio and gives us a dazzling view of her aesthetic triumphs while battling the bedevilment of unanswered questions. Beautifully designed and well-written, her book pays homage to the scraps, trophies and mementos that have become her tapestry. Images of her artwork, family photographs, treasured relics and poems treat us to a candid and refreshingly amusing view of her personal and professional journey.”


Today is the day. We have author Tina Collen here with her book, Storm of the i. This is her guest post:

My father didn’t speak to me for 15 years and I never knew why.
Then I wrote the book I needed to read.

On the first three stops of this Virtual Book Tour, I talk about the inspiration for writing my memoir but let me tell you what happened after I wrote it. When I finished the first version, I thought I was finished, but as I re-wrote and worked on it, an interesting thing began to happen.

The blame started to come out of the story. It wasn’t an easy thing for me to do. Something inside of me wanted to keep on blaming, keep on being self-righteous, keep on being the victim. But as my emotional life became imbued with my objects and my writings about them, and everything stayed in front of me day after day, the blame somehow started to dissolve. And as it disappeared from my writing, it started to disappear from my life as well. I was able to say “This was my story instead of this is my story. A simple change of tense changed my life, moved it out of my way, put it someplace I could always find it if I needed to.

So when I was really finished, I took the manuscript with me to New York when I went to visit with my sister and brother-in-law. Since they are an essential of the story, I wanted to be sure it was okay with them before I went ahead. I think they silently hoped the book would never be published. I’m sure they were worried about family repercussions. They thought it imperative that my father not know about the book. But they wanted to be supportive and gave me their tacit approval.

So before I leave New York, my brother-in-law gives me a CD of one of his favorite songs, “Father and Daughter.” Maybe you know it—it’s that beautiful song that Paul Simon wrote for his baby daughter. The refrain is, “There’s never been a father who loved his daughter more than I love you.” And it brought tears to my eyes—because that kind of loving sentiment always made me feel bereft and excluded.

I got back home to Boulder and played it again. And this time, I imagined what it would feel like to BE that little girl basking in her father’s love. And imagining the feeling turned into actually experiencing it. And I wondered, Where is that feeling of love coming from? and then I realized that the feeling was coming from someplace inside of me. And I’d included that story in the Epilogue of the book.

A week or two after I had finished the final edit and the book was being printed, there was a big family shindig in New York in a fancy hotel with 200 hundred guests. Months before, my sister had asked me what we should do about the seating arrangement because at the last family event, her daughter’s wedding, 4 or 5 years ago, she’d seated me and my contingent at a different table from my parents and when I went over to say hello to them and went to put my arms around my father, he pushed me away. So you can see why she was concerned. But I told her, “Why don’t we just try to be a normal family and all sit at the same table.” What’s the worst that can happen. He gets up and leaves. We’ve lived through worse.”

“Okay,” she said.

When the night arrived, it was the summer before last, everyone was on pins and needles about how my father would behave. No one wanted a scene. They were very nervous.

My two sons, my daughter-in-law and my ex-husband were with me. We walk in and are greeted by a crush of friends and relatives. While I talk to them, my ex-husband sees my parents, who are already seated at the table, and he goes over to talk to them. He gets down on one knee so that my father can hear him more clearly. At that point my father was 93. My mother was 90. After a few minutes, one of my sons does the same. I look over. It seems to be going well.

I make my way through the crowd and go over to them. I come up beside my father and he looks up at me and his eyes fill with tears. “Thank you,” he says. He takes my hand and pulls me down to the seat next him. He puts his arms around me. And then we sit hand in hand, with him telling me, he’s there for me, I should come home to visit more often. And my father and I talk and we laugh. The whole family is in disbelief. No one knows what to think or if it will last. He hadn’t spoken to me in many years.

We’ve just finished our dessert when the DJ starts to play Father & Daughter, the Paul Simon song. (Honest! No kidding. This really happened.) And it feels like they’re playing my song. And then the music switches to a big band era song (his music). And my father stands up— and he asks me to dance. And we danced.



What started you writing this book? It’s such an dramatic mix of emotional narrative and graphic images.


The galvanizing energy struck me like a Zeus lightning bolt from, of all places, the stage of a comedy festival on Valentine’s Day in Aspen, Colorado. That evening took a turn I didn’t expect:

Very smart and funny, the producer/director of Sex and the City, Michael Patrick King, spoke about how events in his life intersected with his creative work. He stood center stage, alone, unscripted, and revealed his dreams, his fears, his regrets—all disarmingly sprinkled with embarrassing anecdotes. He recounted his conversation with the show’s star, Sarah Jessica Parker, concerning their urgency to find a new love interest once her current beau, Mr. Big, was written out of the script. With great humor King described how the two of them plotted to ensnare the famously dramatic Mikhail Baryshnikov for the role. The back story details culminated in a colorful description of how King’s own torrid affair with Baryshnikov became director-and-actor in front of the camera and lovers behind the scenes. Though I admired the producer’s high-octane wit and personal charm, I was even more impressed by the rawness of his candor.

Next Teri Garr walked awkwardly on stage and explained why she had not been seen in public for several years. She was suffering from multiple sclerosis. Unable to do films any longer this appearance was to be her debut as a stand-up comic. An uneasy hush fell over the audience. Our discomfort, however, quickly turned to appreciation, as it became clear that her disability was not the obstacle that it first appeared to be. Warmed by her humor, we were soon laughing along with her at memories of life in Hollywood as a young adventurous sexpot in the 70’s.

Richard Pryor’s daughter Rain followed and spoke unflinchingly about growing up in the shadow of a much celebrated comedian father—a young girl in the midst of drugs, abuse, and craziness. She spoke earnestly about the relationship of pain and humor and described how she had finally found her own way to the stage. By the time she was finished, my eyes were rimmed with tears.

I left the tent simultaneously spellbound and drained—deeply touched by the performers’ courage and humanity. The impact of seeing them confront their issues stayed with me for quite some time. I thought about my own art and how it intersected with events and challenges in my life, and whether I, too, would have the courage to expose my vulnerable parts on my stage.

I realize now that I’ve always faced emotional issues by either writing or making some kind of art and it seems this book is a combination of both—a narrative interwoven with art and memorabilia plucked from my life. It’s an “artobiography”—clearly, my attempt to put all the pieces together, both literally and figuratively.

©2024 Tina Collen, All rights reserved.

Aspen Comedy Festival

Read by Tina Collen

Excerpt Reading

Revealing Self-Portrait Mystery

Mason Canyon, Author Tina Collen on Tour

At the time I finished writing this book, he hadn’t spoken to me for fifteen years. My mother even asked me not to call the house, because he’d told her that if I did he would rip the phone right out of the wall. So I stopped calling. Though I was never physically abused, my father’s anger was the crucible in which I was forged.

Here’s a passage about dinner time at my house when I was a kid. At the top of the page it says:
Navigating childhood is a daunting feat for anyone, particularly a child.

“When my sixth-grade science class was introduced to Darwin’s Theory of Evolution, I was intrigued by the idea that basic self-interest is the driving force in all forms of life. That night at the dinner table, I couldn’t wait to recount what I had learned about natural selection. But I was blind-sided by my father’s reaction. “Sure you’d think that,” he said glaring across the table at me, his voice suddenly sharp. “Survival of the most selfish,” he muttered. Everyone stopped talking. The only sound we heard was his knife cutting the flank steak, scraping the plate.

“But I learned it in school,” I said. “Survival of the fittest—it’s in my textbook. It wasn’t my idea. I just think it makes sense.”

“I’m sure you do,” he snapped back, color flowing into his cheeks, “but that’s no excuse for doing what you want all the time. Where would you be if I didn’t put food on the table? You think I like getting up every morning and going to work? What if I only thought about myself and did what I wanted?”

By this time, everyone was chewing in silence, looking down at their plates. I could feel the tension in the room seeping into my body. Adding to my misery was the feeling that I was responsible for making everyone else suffer.

Back in our room after one of these blowups, my sister said to me, “You know it doesn’t matter if you learned it in school.” She was upset too. She put her hand on my arm. “Why do you have to cross him?” she asked me softly.

I was silent for a while. Finally, I replied, “I don’t know.”

As the years went by the attacks got worse, much worse. So as a child I found creative outlets to nurture and distract me, to entertain myself. They gave me a sense of control in a situation over which I had no control at all. In the art I created, I made everything look nice; tried to make everything perfect. In this way I was able to soothe myself, able to let go of my father’s vision of me and create my own vision.

So art is what centered me and from this safe place I went on to create a full life, to have a loving family of my own. I had a career that included not only graphic design but fine art—there were exhibitions on my work in Paris, Barcelona and a tour of museums in Germany. I designed toys for Mattel and made several entrepreneurial forays into the business world. I’d left my childhood behind.

But the bookcase here in my house in Boulder, Colorado, a repository for the things with which I’ve surround myself … that bookcase tells another story—the story of my inner life. It’s what gave birth to my artobiography, Storm of the i, the book that set me free.

Rocky Mountain Author Spotlight

by Katie Schmidt
Tattered Cover,
Denver, CO

Between the Covers, image for Tattered Covers book reviews

SUNDAY, JUNE 6, 2010
Rocky Mountain Author Spotlight: Tina Collen

Tattered Cover’s own Katie S swoons over this book, saying: “I’ve heard it said that great art is generated out of conflict or tension. With that in mind, I’ll introduce readers to one of my all-time favorite local author works, an “artobiography” by Boulder author and artist Tina Collen.

One of our Tattered Cover customers described it well as I showed her the book: “Oh my, you can’t read this on a (insert brand name of e-reader here).” If a person saw an online image of the book, it might not leap upon one’s face screaming “read me” in neon blinking lights.

No, this book is a sensual experience, a pop-up for the grown-up aesthetic explorer, and from the moment one lifts it from the shelf it commands one’s touch, sight, smell…a cohesive involvement of all humors.

Storm of the i is, in a sense, The Collen Museum of History. Precious artifacts from this woman’s life are arranged and exhibited to delight and fascinate patrons. Collen herself is a thorough and patient curator, leading us all along the written hallways and corridors of her opus, gesturing quietly to the pieces which provide illustration yet leave us wondering. One feels certain of the presence of a master artist, as one witnesses page after page of highly professional, emotional writing coupled with the brilliant gems of a stellar graphic career.

By the end of my impeccably printed-and-bound museum visit, I have so many feelings. Did
I just sit down with my friend and hear all her stories while cuddling up to her photo albums? Did I just walk out of a prestigious gallery, awed by the sights within? Did I just experience the loss of a loved one, painfully cataloguing all the joys and sufferings while cleaning out a house? Collen’s book allowed me to experience each of these events simultaneously.

And what a magnificent work of art it is, which invites me to thrill in the depth of human experience and reflect upon my own humanity. Brava, Madame Collen. “

Adam Clare, Review of an Artobiography

Sarah Vogelsong, Neworld Review

Storm of the i: An Artobiography
by Tina Collen

Art Review Press | 2010 | 321 pages | $29.95

Reviewed by Sarah Vogelsong

Eight words emblazon the cover of Tina Collen’s first book, Storm of the i: An Artobiography, and two are plays on words. The first is easy to find, a narrow line and a dot floating in light italics above a woman’s eyeball peering through a cutout. The second is easier to overlook but far more important—not autobiography, or story of the self–but artobiography, a story of art, told through art.

This memoir is unusual. Framed around the ups and downs of her troubled relationship with her father, Collen’s book could easily have been banal in less deft or more conventional hands. But Collen, an artist and graphic designer, understands what so many memoirists do not: that pain, family, and the search for love and acceptance are universal experiences, and that these struggles are best transmuted through art.

It is an intensely personal story, and Collen has chosen an intensely personal way to mirror and reflect upon her experiences. The collection of vignettes, photographs, art, and even moving pieces that fold out of the page and reach out towards the reader, transform the book into a kind of artful scrapbook—not the scrapbook of a child, who pastes every last ribbon and note haphazardly onto the pages, but the scrapbook of an adult, who has understood that one of the great problems of life is its clutter, and the task of finding meaning in what can seem like empty chaos–is often simply a matter of sorting.

As Collen points out at the beginning of her story, juxtaposing her words with a delicate picture of indigo mold, “Art is essentially serendipity and editing, as is life.”

The balance that Collen is able to produce with this careful collection of words and images is all the more remarkable because of the value that our literature and art today place on disarray, imbalance, chaos, and multiplicity. Most of the works we prize as a country and a people are those that take what we perceive to be an illusion of balance and unseat it.

Collen moves in the other direction, taking a thing that is reasonless and incomprehensible—her father’s apparent lack of love for her—and forging a work in which many seemingly unrelated elements come together in harmony. The artist’s most famous work, the Fleurotica series, encapsulates this approach. To create this series, Collen created botanical drawings of flowers using collage, replacing the flowers’ sexual organs with pictures of human sexual organs clipped from pornographic magazines. From a distance, the pictures are precise, almost scientific—but when the viewer draws close, their complexity leaps suddenly into focus.

Storm of the i exemplifies this technique. On the surface, it may be a story of fathers and daughters interspersed with pretty pictures, but the works of art that punctuate the pages add extra layers to the history. A black-and-white drawing of sunflowers placed next to an excerpt entitled “The archetypal need for a loving parent,” conjures up thoughts of growth and what living things need to flourish; the dark tones of the sketch suggest the shadowed side of a sunny scene; the wispy roots beneath the surface of the soil suggest a lack of stability and a vein reaching out for sustenance. In this way, a single picture adds tremendous depth to an episode told in four or five brief paragraphs.

Collen’s book could not exist without these visual elements. In the prologue, Collen makes an intriguing claim: “I’m an artist, a graphic designer, not a writer.” For those accustomed to dealing in words, the separation between artists and writers initially strikes a jarring note, but fascination slowly overtakes that note of discord. The processes of interpreting the world visually and verbally are different, and Collen’s refusal to follow the conventions of autobiography throws the whole enterprise into a fresh light. We can only hope that more writers and visual artists follow in her footsteps to produce such refreshingly honest and innovative work.

Lauren Haugh, Online Book Review

Book Review: Sara Davidson

 Journalist, novelist, TV writer, producer and New York Times best-selling author of Loose Change and Leap!

This book is a fabulous hybrid, a memoir that is alive with foldouts, paintings, drawings and a surprising lift-up flap. Beneath the playfulness, however, lies the story of an artist trying to understand her father’s lifelong anger towards her.

“At the pinnacle of her career, an exhibition of her work in Paris, Tina Collen finds herself inexplicably weeping. It takes courage to probe a father’s lifelong rejection, but Collen has wonderful tools: her humor, memories and the trail of art she created.

“I discovered Collen through her Fleurotica collages. At first glance, I thought I was looking at lush paintings of wildflowers, but on closer examination, I was in the world of the Kama Sutra. Based on the idea that flowers are simply sex organs, Collen created her wildflowers from risqué magazine scraps. She took something forbidden and transformed it into something witty, beautiful and acceptable.

“In Storm of the i, she takes a heart-breaking story and transforms it into something witty, beautiful — and unforgettable.”

A Life of Art


by Richard Marcus
Book Review: Storm of the i: An Artobiography by Tina Collen


Over the past ten years the market has been flooded with an outpouring of memoirs from people who think the rest of us want to hear their tales of woe. … Many of us cringe upon hearing that yet another “courageous story of one (insert gender here) struggle to overcome the past” has been unleashed upon the public.

Personally, I’m one of those whose instinctive reaction upon receiving a press release containing anything close to the “brave story” phrase is to hit delete and move on. As a survivor and a writer I find most of them either tedious or downright offensive. Having gone through years of therapy and dealt with my own shit, frankly I’ve little interest in wading through other people’s manure, especially when they have nothing new to say about the subject at hand. … No matter what anybody might say to the contrary there is nothing “inspirational” in reading somebody’s tale of woe. What would be inspirational would be for you to have the courage to go to a therapist once a week and deal with your problems, but that makes for pretty boring reading and won’t garner you any headlines. All of which means those few voices which might have something of value to say, aren’t receiving a fair hearing.

So to say I was surprised to find myself intrigued enough to not only read the entire press release, but to request a review copy of Storm of the i: An Artobiography by Tina Collen, published by her own Art Review Press, is a bit of an understatement. However, there was something about the attitude expressed in the release, and the outline of the concept for the book, that intrigued me. That the kiss of death “brave” catch phrase was nowhere to be seen and the author, a visual artist and graphic designer, was unabashedly proud of her other work, implying she was anything but the victim type, helped convince me this might be a story worth reading. However the real clincher was the fact you could tell that Ms. Collen, in spite of whatever her story was, had never lost her sense of the absurd and was still able to laugh at the world in spite of what it may have done to her.

Storm of the i, book cover
A portrait of the artist, Tina Collen

As a graphic and visual artist Ms. Collen has elected to tell her story utilizing the skills she is most comfortable with as well as the written word (hence the sub-title “An Artobiography”). Having grown tired of the standard format of both biographies and autobiographies, with their written equivalent of the talking heads in a documentary movie telling a person’s story and passionless listings of events in neat chronological order, even somebody daring to consider an alternative was exciting. It was the obvious question of how she would do this which first sprang to mind. However the answer wasn’t anything as neat and tidy as I thought. She has done something far more revealing. The book is filled with images either reflecting her emotional state or with recently created works that looked back on her life telling the story in hindsight.

Any creative person, but especially one working in the visual arts, tells their own story through their work whether they are aware of it or not. No matter what the subject matter part of who they are and how they are feeling at the time they worked on a project can’t help being communicated in the finished result. While Ms. Collen had always known her relationship with her father was a source of grief in her life, it felt like everything she did, from dating to having children, angered him and that he was constantly belittling her, it was in her work that the true impact of their relationship was manifested. Looking at various pieces she had created throughout her life she began to notice recurring themes of emptiness. The void inside of her created by her father’s apparent lack of love that she had repressed and carefully hidden from herself and the world had been on display for all to see if they, and she, had only known what to look for.

Even more frightening, in some ways, was coming to the understanding that her ability to lose herself in her work, to become immersed in whatever she was working on, was in fact a means of running away from dealing with the issue. While all artists lose themselves in their work to the extent they can block out the world around them if their focus is sufficient, some of the examples of Ms. Collen’s pieces included in the book are extraordinary in their attention to detail. She created a truly brilliant and witty series of works where she painstakingly created very realistic pictures of flowers by using body parts cut from pornographic magazines as the material. (For more on these works check out the Fleurotica section of her web site,

To the world she exuded confidence and bravado, always able to make those around her laugh and delight in her creativity and intellect. But she experienced endless back and neck pain and was swamped by tidal waves of guilt, remorse and grief that began to manifest as periods of depression so deep she wouldn’t want to leave her bed. But this is not solely a tale of woe, its also a celebration of a life filled with creativity and a zest for experience. Unlike other tell all confessions filled with self-abasement, recrimination and negativity, Collen doesn’t leave you feeling like you’re on a guided trip of the nine circles of her personal hell. In creating this map of her journey she details the whole process not just the negatives. She even owns up to having taken pleasure out of her life, not something you’d expect to find in this type of book.

One thing, and I was ever so grateful for this, she doesn’t claim to have are the answers. She’s very careful never to cross the line between telling her story and telling people what to do with their situations. While she does talk about the various therapies she has attempted in her search for relief, she refrains from becoming an advocate for any particular one. Even her description of attending an intensive seminar/lecture series whose methods didn’t work for her, she makes sure to point out how it works for a number of the participants. What she does make clear is that no matter what therapy you use, recovery from any type of early life trauma is ultimately dependent on whether or not an individual is willing to be completely honest with themselves and do their own work. A therapist is only a guide, they can’t change your life for you, only you can do that. Not only does Collen make that clear, she also makes it obvious that each of us are different and that her story isn’t to be taken as any sort of guideline for recovery.

So what was her purpose in writing this book if it wasn’t for that reason? She’s honest enough to tackle even that question. At one point she wonders out loud if the process of writing this book. with all its little intricacies and design features, isn’t just another means of escape. However, she doesn’t try to justify its writing by saying things like, I hope my story will inspire others or some such crap. She’s doing it because she needs to, it’s part of her process. She’s a creative and intelligent person who thrives when making pieces of art. This book is simply one more of her creations, this time it just happens to be a very realistic, multi media, self-portrait. While other artists might have painted out the wart on their chin, she’s more inclined to follow in the footsteps of people like Van Gogh who had no fear of showing the world their true state when putting their own image onto canvas.

Some of the reviews for this book I’ve read warn this style of memoir might become a trend, with people publishing scrap books of their lives in an attempt to tell their stories. All I can say is I sincerely hope not. In the hands of an artist gifted with the honesty, humor and integrity of Tina Collen, this book works. Some might find its book structure untraditional (one page might be pictures of events in the past with small written explanations while the next deals with something completely unrelated) because its not divided up into neat chapters or told in what appears to be strictly chronological order. Yet, if you think of it as a really large canvas made up of the multitude of experiences that exist inside her brain right now (after all, we are inherently cubist as everything we have ever done lives on somewhere inside of us making us all multifaceted whether we’re aware of it or not) you’ll realize you’ve actually been given more of a complete picture of a person’s life than either an autobiography or biography would normally supply. Like a collage it’s all laid out in front of us to look at and absorb as individual images and ideas catch our attention.

Tina Collen has taken the staid and boring world of biography/autobiography and blown it wide open. While you may never have heard of her and her work before, with Storm of the i she has created something both remarkable, for its bold and fresh approach, and worth taking note of as a piece of art. In a digital age with the Internet at her disposal, she has chosen to utilize two of humanities oldest means of expression and combine them in ways that both challenge and engage the reader. Asking what purpose does it serve is no more relevant than asking what purpose any painting, sculpture, dance, song or opera serves. Remember all art has its roots in the autobiographical, this work is just a little bit more clear about it than others.

Nautilus Gold Medal winner; Book of the Year, Foreword Magazine