I was asked to reduce my life to a visual image.

Reducing my life to a visual image is quite the herculean task. I have a lot of life experience to allude to. Stories of friends and enemies, love and heartbreak. This subject matter would have to be representative of something that I would consider personal in and of itself. All my greatest hopes, all my darkest fears, those risky desires and guilty pleasures. Nothing so unique and all encompassing comes to mind but a series of journals with their pages in various states of openness. Some would be open to the first page as if to start over the chapter in life with eyes of nostalgia. Others would be tightly shut to hold inside the secrets I wish not to know myself. These journals would be filled with dense blocks of ink and graphite, smudging and mixing into the lines of the pages. Thats how life is, gritty, dirty, beautiful. All my stories are wonderful. I aspire to be the best me that I can be. I dont want to define myself with riches or fame, but my experiences in life. Journals bound of leather or plastic would make me happy. I live my life to my own definitions of success and happiness. My journals were how I defined them.

#Maldonado