Step 1: However the f*** you want
My last post was a bit of an intro into this one and I’m super excited. Writing is one of my favourite things in the entire world. I would write the most when I was about 15 and for the years that lead up to then. But then it kind of slowed down as my time became too occupied with study and I feel as though the further you get with your studies the less creative you’re allowed to be with your writing. Unfortunately, my university subjects do not incorporate an abundance of creative writing outlets, however, when they do I enthral myself into them. There is so much to discuss, analyse and express in the world of design. I do a lot of writing about it just for myself sometimes, I do a lot of writing about how I feel too and where I want to go and other things that I can’t even begin to describe. Which I’ll share here eventually. I think these photographs capture some of that.
It’s mostly mess. I wrote a story ages ago about this girl who kept journals after journals with no dates, no times or any sort of sequence, yet alone allowed it to be cohesive;
“She wrote a book that did not make sense. It were filled with lyrics from songs she did not know the name of, drawings with no captions or explanations, paragraphs of imagination to a story that would never be told, poetry that never made sense and thoughts that crossed her mind every now and then. Sometimes she wrote in third person for the sake of remaining anonymous. It was a difficult book to follow as every time she came to write inside this book her mind was in a different place giving it no order or preposition. What you are holding now is the story of a girl who kept such a book yet this book is filled with a story only the wondrous would perhaps, somewhat understand.”
I am still undecided upon whether or not I drew inspiration from this and allowed my already unorganised thoughts to be this or because I did create this character they were already me and I was growing with the character I created… and just like that my thoughts make no sense — another novel idea??! My handwriting is often messy in moments of pure inspiration and heavy thoughts to the point that I can’t even recognise my own handwriting. That’s one thing a lot of us are critical of, how pleasing is this journal entry to the eye? Sometimes it so simply, won’t ever be and once you let go of this completely irrational fear – the overall outcome will be beautiful despite it’s mess and imperfection. I think that is one of the things that make it art.
For me writing has always kept me sane. It’s my way of trying to make sense of the world and how little sense it makes. Everything happens for a reason… break my heart it’s good for my art… you know, that sort of thing. Take details from that mediocre day and romanticise them, romanticise him, romanticise her, romanticise the world and then directly afterward describe it for what it is… or 10 years later, whatever works, whenever you make those realisations.
“All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think, we become.” – Guatama Buddha
Some nights I come home put on my favourite music and just write. Sometimes I just sit there and listen to the noises in the ceiling. Sometimes I go on tumblr and get inspired and rewrite poems and quotes. Sometimes I discover new music. Sometimes I sing. Sometimes I write when I’m completely uninspired and end up inspiring myself in the process and then cannot stop 4 pages later. If you want to write your space doesn’t need to be perfect and your mind doesn’t need to be in any particular space. Sometimes the most beautiful words come when we least expect and sometimes they are just odd and plain bad. If you want to keep a journal just do it. Scribble whilst in your messy room listening to pop music or music from before you were born. Go outside and draw lines after lines. It doesn’t matter, like a lot of incredible things there is no right or wrong way to do it.
is not about how many people
like your work
if your heart likes your work
if your soul likes your work
it’s about how honest
you are with yourself
– milk & honey
So here was a little midnight post – I don’t know what or why it is that inspiration seems to have been hitting me at these late hours. But if you’re keeping a journal my best advice to you is to let those ideas out and write, write, write without fear and with love.