8/23/99

First day of class..... In Mr. Barker's 109 and he wants us to keep a journal. It can be about anything except when he gives us an assigned journal entry. That's fine by me. Writing is a good workout like weight lifting or jogging ... this is about my life so I am going to make it my way. I will approach it as a document of my whole life including my drawings and work stuff. I never understood how people could separate their work lives from their school lives from their personal lives. I learned in the studio that it is really all one fabric. As far as writing this by hand in a college ruled notebook, I won't. My hand printing is unreliable and since I work on a computer most of the time I just want to do it this way. I'll make a concession to producing a journal with a handmade quality by using this font. The size is 16 point and is comparable with my own scrawl which is of a printing style and not cursive. The visual material in this book is my production but of a hybrid standard ... composed of hand drawings and collage and montage. The first image is from the web site I set up for class of links about queer artists in history. I quite like it, actually. It is comprised of Henry Scott Tuke, Wilhelm von Gloeden, Guglielmo Plüschow and others. Is Robert Mapplethorpe a reincarnated Plüschow? To complete this book I will attach standard 8.5 x 11 sheets directly into a sketch pad type binder as if they are plates. I will do this for both text pages and images. I think this is clean and not contrived. The writings shall correlate to the days of the classes of 109. I will attempt to restrict my length to one page per day with the option open for more. The writings will cover the gamut, from diary type journal entries to rants, poems, and personal, historical memories and automatic writing. I will try to cover the studio life I have had and the people I have known. In the case of a past memory documentation I will place the year as a subheading at the beginning of the page. I have not done daily writing often in my life and have not done so at all for the last six years. In 1993 it was a daily poem.

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