Just closed my Europe Journal and started my Australia Journal for Blurb Roadshow. I used ink on these pages instead of acrylic. Ink has a tendency to soak through the thin paper. I like it, but I’m still partial to acrylic. Plus I like the saturation and quick dry time of acrylic. But, there is a wildness to ink, with bleed and spray, that marries itself to the idea of chance. Of not knowing precisely what I’m going to get, and not knowing whether the bleed will actually outshine the original sketch. These books are mostly about words. A shelter if you will, from my life and mind. A safe haven. I also use them for real notes. Interviews, details, logistics, etc.
I’m not sure where I would be without the journal. I really found the journal lifestyle in 1993 after finding a book about Peter Beard. One of the reasons I make so many of the publications I make is because I journal and the book becomes the fertile soil of ideas. And let me just say, even though I don’t work as a photographer any longer, the publications I make are hugely important to me. If you haven’t noticed, I don’t have a portfolio online. I haven’t had one in almost six years. But I still show work to people. I show in print form. Because in the age of social media and digital noise nothing cuts through the bullshit like print. When you put a print piece in front of someone it’s like exposing your creative self.
My current goal with the journal is to learn how to sketch. As of today I have ZERO ability to do so. It’s gonna be a long road with lots of wasted paper but I can’t run from this any longer.