Here's the thing...

"Shut up, you fucking baby."

I just got back from a trip to Europe.

France, Netherlands, and Italy.

Now, last time I went on a trip to Europe, I did this whole sketch journal thing, that can be found here. It was a pseudo soul searching attempt at trying to make myself a better artist while figuring out what kinda person I was. Oh and some pussy may have been slain, as some of my more colorful friends like to put it.

The journal was inspired by Carnet de Voyage by Craig Thompson, but not strictly. And I thought maybe I'd do something like that this time around. So I started brainstorming.

Blurrrrrr.

I came up with a couple very visual stories, and also thought I might try to do something more journal-like. So I started sketching myself. Here's a little taste.

Super shitty doodles.

Then I realized it was tired. I don't really feel like talking about myself in that manner anymore. I never have, really. The only reason I made that other journal 6 years ago was for myself. Not you people. You know. Some deep sad bastard shit that I had to do after getting dumped and being jobless with a shit-ton of extra cash. I just happened to put it online, because after it was all over, it sorta seemed like the right thing to do.

But I'm not that person anymore. I don't care about making stories for myself. I don't care about sharing the deep fucked up things about my life and my feelings to you all. Maybe later on in my life when I'm retired and nearing death, I'll tell the world my story and all the awful shit I've felt throughout this existence and how I've overcome it.

Not now, though. Now... now I do something different. At least for me.

Every day (or nearly every day) I will post at least one sketch and photo from this past month. And maybe talk some shit about life, love, food, art, or whatever.

Take-off.

The idea is that you'll enjoy the trip as I have. Or as closely as you can through pictures and text.

These are the figments of my freshly made memories.

To be continued...