Pre-Histbloggic

click and these get biggerI always made each journal its own cover

and cover pages with return address in case it got lost.

my first trip on my own, I arrived in Paris and went all around the South
finally landing in Corsica across to Rome and Florence and up, of course, to Amsterdam.

rubber stamps made from gum-erasers.

sometimes i took notes in cartoon form

quotes & drawings & cartoons & collages.
I still love old calendars and date-stamps

the end page, the most anticipated.

Last week I felt nostalgic. I think I wanted to see where I had been. I took down all of my old journals, the ones I had kept throughout school, the one that I had brought on my first trip to Europe and the ones I had with me in India.

It was a little embarrassing looking through them; the lovesick ramblings and the morose passages of a young & earnest art-girl, but it was also nice to spend a little time with all the drawings and cartoons, the quotes I thought were worthy of writing down and notes that would inspire larger works, the collages with the little odd bits I used to collect: sugar-cube wrappers, old calendar pages, matchbook covers...like arguing and then making peace with an old friend.