For as long as I can remember, I have have loved writing. Oddly enough, that love is connected on a deep level to doodles and through that, art. Have you ever looked at another persons doodles? Doodles are like quick writing in picture form, visual streams of consciousness that we draw without thinking. They are pretty much little puzzle pieces of the soul. I came upon that conclusion one day, I don't remember exactly when, but I became intrigued with the thought of getting to peek at the thoughts and minds and personalities and souls. I wanted to collect them. Little pieces of different peoples art. I heard about Postsecret and was inspired. I didn't want individual post cards though (even though I probably would if I had thought of that first) so I decided to leave little notebooks around with the instructions in them: "Congratulations! You were gifted this book. The purpose of this book is to become filled with life, the experiences of as many people as possible. So take as much time as you need, and fill up a page or two in this book. It can be anything, words, art, a photo, anything. Once you’re done, give it to someone else. Once the book is filled up, and if you are the one to fill it, please mail it to the address on the inside of the back cover" The first batch of these traveling tablets looked like this:   I had gotten the first notebooks cheap, but I was only able to get my hands on ten. So only ten were distributed. The second generation, which are soon to be sent on their adventures, are being hand made currently with a newly worded instruction page. This is to lower costs (unruled classy pocket notebooks are not cheap for mass distribution) and most of all, to make them wanted, easy to see, with less pages so that I may someday get reunited with my wayward adventurers. Pictures are coming soon of the next batch. Until then, here are some of my travel companions, my backpocket adventurer journals.  |
| A Tale Of Intriguing ThingsAlso a little journal book, painted it for my girlfriend why the title? That is what a journal is for. To tell the tale of things that intrigue you. |
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| Moleskine cahiers. I used to buy them and decorate them all. The one with the clover is five years old and filled with scribbled words I called poems. The black neon swirl fingerprint is still an occasional confidant, the reason for its less flamboyant skin. |
