Here’s a short history of my years.
This journals were my way of spending time, recording the things I feel and experience. Is this a personal fiction? Maybe. As I part further from this period of my life, I lose the intensity of emotions that I associate with these books. The importance of these books have shifted, and I feel this each time I think about what this project means to me. I think of these years of art-making as the time I made art in the way I know how, uninformed, unschooled, and with plenty of feelings.
︎ this journal suits me
︎ fluorescent adolescent
︎ thesis year