notes on diaries: David Sedaris

︎www.goodreads.com/book/show/15790837-let-s-explore-diabetes-with-owls

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14 August 2018
David Sedaris on keeping his diaries:

I note how my entires have changed over the years, becoming less reflective and more sketch like.

It seems like anybody who has written compulsively in diaries will eventually come to this conclusion.


From the essay ‘Day In, Day Out’ (Let’s Talk About Diabetes With Owls)

Although I noticed this a few years ago about my own writing, I was more worried that I had lost all the ‘poetic nonsense’ that comes with being an ‘artist’. Those definitions have changed greatly for me, and so has my own perspective on writing and life. Growing up, right?

John Gorman charts his life for 30 years and this is what he finds out about his life, relationships and himself.
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in spite of everything writing does one good


︎ http://www.whistlingshade.com/0601/kafka.html

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sometime in july 2018

I haven’t written anything in a while. I collected some notes on my readings here and there, trying to find writers and artists who might share a similar feeling in their process, but nothing that really expresses my thoughts. It is true that I have avoided writing for a long time, the long process of reflecting upon my journalling habits while working on my book projects had stopped my crooked hand from writing. Kafka, it seems, in his days of despair and struggle, did not stop writing. But I did. He makes a very apt point on the problems of reviewing your own writing (as I’ve done in the past two years): writing makes everything clearer and worse. Bleisdall added on to this point by saying that such artistic insight and revelation we achieve as a result of soul searching can be devastating.

I guess that’s why I put down my pens. I don’t feel bad for not writing, and I am comforted by Kafka’s own admission that indeed, in spite everything writing does one good. Only by keeping such a prolonged account of my own journey can help me to be more appreciative of life in general.

blogged out


︎ undated

I’ve been busy with consolidating my notes from various wrecked notebooks and pulling up docs from the virtual drive – they need to be synthesized before I can move on to other things.

I would say this is the way that I make my work for the most part, and I only come to this understanding rather recently. Poking at old shit. For a while I didn’t do anything, just picked at things,  write ideas, start something, and then get overwhelmed and then I stop. I will most likely pluck out something from this blog to describe something that I make in the future, because over here I’m conditioned in some way, to write about work in a way that I reckon hits the sweet spot of a) telling it in my own voice b) telling it at the right time c) and telling it honestly. And I don’t write like this on any other platform, not in my books, so many times when I am required to describe some work, I come here to find the words.

The logistics of setting up a blog can wear me out, just thinking about it. There are very good platforms out there to showcase my thoughts/works, but there’s not a perfect, one. I am able to lower my expectations of what is ideal/perfect in my work, mostly, but I think to find that one online platform is really difficult. I don’t want to be that person with a few URLS to their name. I am in between Tumblr and Wordpress. Tumblr for the ease of customisation – sometimes you really need to get your hands dirty and manipulate a generic theme’s functions, and the ability to incorporate static html pages is something I really appreciate. A page built into a theme does not always allow one to be fully immersed in the experience of the content. Customisation is always fun and it’s the only way that I can still continue to learn about building sites. Wordpress, on the other hand, is a really sophisticated system. High quality database management that will be useful in the long run. And offers an entire world of customisation, if only I find enough time to teach myself of its workings.

A Cabinet of Curiosities


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september 2016

I was thinking of doing a thematic scrapbook/zine, putting together a collection of what I find around my workspace and what I’ve learned.

I don’t really know what to title it. It’s not really a zine, not really a book. Perhaps a scrapbook.

When I look around my workspace. I find there are so many things that I can talk about and share, and for a long time, I kept talking about the interconnectedness of the things around me and how they have contributed to my art process. But all these are rather vague sentences, overviews even. I think the thematic scrapbooks could allow me to break down bit by bit, about my own findings.

For a start I want to talk about my inspirations and influences. I want to collect and talk about the things I’ve amassed, how they contribute to my own influences. It’s kind of like a blog? But I think it combines all the things that I like to do, like drawing, sharing, telling stories, collaging.

First Drafts


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october 2016

First drafts are hard to make but important to keep.

I like to be impulsive and not sit on the fence on execution. To me, harnessing on the impulsiveness of creating helps my work to speak for itself, since I’m generally shit at doing so myself. That candid element is more important to me than perfection.

This year I spent way more time sitting on the fence and it’s kind of depressing. I wanted to be understood, and I was pressured to be understood. I have to constantly remind myself that I don’t have to create the basis for understanding before making anything. I guess that is the thing that kept holding me back this year. Shifting the photos around for after school gave me a chance to play around and be impromptu again.

So many larger projects that I’ve left sitting on my drive, waiting to be edited. I wanted to play again. The tactility of shifting things around makes me excited. And I needed this feeling again more than ever.