Dirty Diary
I know this, and I know you. We are all voyeurs. We love it when it gets personal — and you are no different. So here is a more personal post about how I keep track of things that happen to me.
I have these dirty diaries. A lot of these. Collecting artistic memories began when I was a student, using 35 mm slides. Then, at university, I started writing in a notebook, and I have never stopped.
How did I started it? I was inspired by the reading of The Andy Warhol Diaries, a dictated memoirs of the artist, collected each morning by Pat Hackett on her answering machine. I wanted this.
Today, I have finished the notebook number sixty-seven. Every ending is a new beginning. Each of them has a title on the first page, this one is named “Escapade” and relate my recent stay in Europe.