Do you want to meet me? Do you want to see my day-to-day thoughts, the fluctuations of my emotions? Do you want to penetrate my mind?
Visual diaries have been part of artists ever since art existed on paper. Nan Golding, Cindy Sherman and Lorna Simpson are just a few names that come to mind from the recent decades.
Initially keeping a diary felt like something I would not enjoy and perhaps I was fearful of the revelations that it potentially held for me. Thoughts are fluid like water; they move, they evaporate or become solid. Storing them in a diary means keeping the water at 20 degrees.
Now I cherish my diary like treasure, something I always want to have close by, an archive of my temporal existence. Here are few pages from it.