Mark Making #1
12 x 6 inches
Mixed Media on Chrome Substrate
Since I was a kid I've had a journal. I loved to write about "stuff". I still do.
Today I make my own journals. I even learned coptic stitching so I could bind the papers together. Me, who hardly knows how to sew on a button. But I was drawn to coptic stitching due to its lovely, organic look and pages stitched together lie flat, so it's easier to fill them up without cramping into the margins.
Blogging is has become a natural extension of the diary. An unusual phenomenon that grew from the social media movement. Blogs have become cyber journals. They arch from political to personal. I would define mine as a goulash of information; social activism, art and biographical.
On these cyber pages we are connecting with friends, family, acquaintances and also, total strangers. So how personal do you get? How much of your soul do you really reveal? How much do you want to reveal? How much should you reveal?
I believe there are three types of journals; the public blog, the journal or diary you write in with abandon, completely uncensored, pencil flying across the pages, recording your woes, your angers, your loves, your disappointments, your joys, because you believe no one will ever read those pages until after you're gone, and maybe not even then.
But where do we write our deepest, darkest secrets? I believe those are written on our hearts.