In searching through my books I found a stack of my old journals, ranging from age 15 – 20. I never “journaled” until my high school art teacher made us. She encouraged us to complete an entry every day and to get introspective. I haven’t completely stopped doing this since then, however during that time I was doing a lot more of it. The days before livejournal, blogspot and ultimately sad-blog were without a keyboard, mouse and screen. These journals were mostly paint and ink, hand-carved stamps and xerox transparencies, fire and wax… the usual. Here’s the first one of six, entitled Experimental Shit.
