everything you need to know
this incarnation of the journal of sadness you are now reading was once a longer darker work of art. the version here is somewhat condensed with certain themes either being enhanced or removed entirely.
being a minimalist mixed media artist i struggled to tone down the journal of sadness to it's bare structure - an art journal. flipping through the pages of this book could have been enhanced using flash or some other form of multi-media; but that is not the point of my art...
...the point is to move things that aren't tangible.
index of pages
the journal of sadness is currently being reborn, so the newest entries are listed first in this list.
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page 36 | shoo
page 35 | aliens that don't fight back
page 34 | smile and kiss
page 33 | don't look down
page 32 | plastic is fantastic
page 31 | girls love me
page 30 | sarah is happiness
page 29 | endless searching for something made of nothing
page 28 | stuart is smug
page 27 | being alone is easy
page 26 | friends are not forever
page 25 | ...love potion 59
page 24 | an endless array of tasks on a sick day
page 23 | a self portrait of sanity
page 22 | swim - chomp - swim
page 21 | the death ballons' last march
page 20 | i never really loved him anyway
page 19 | the lie society
page 18 | when words escape my lips they evade your ears
page 17 | from my love
page 16 | for my love
page 15 | i need a hug
page 14 | take a journey through your missing heart
page 13 | //oh; my charlie brown; i feel so blue, do you?
page 12 | god, a little less rain would be nice ...please
page 11 | me(to you): have an apple
page 10 | all were taken, all but the sad balloons
page 9 | the inner turmoil of modern men
page 8 | rocks always need someone to tell their problems to
page 7 | don't worry, love is only skin deep
page 6 | my gecko pretty much hates your face
page 5 | lions are all liars
page 4 | icecream is for fathers and daughters
page 3 | drinking left us lonely
page 2 | do robots have a place to go when they die?
page 1 | love is a life taking disease
apologies
i would like to thank everyone who participated in the earlier versions of the journal of sadness. influenced and shaped by hundreds of individuals i liken the journal of sadness to be a group project that i merely filter and interpret through my eyes and hands.
thank you. ( and apologies to those souls i stepped on while learning this thing we call life )
about the
you are the author of the journal of sadness. you've shaped it with your thoughts, dreams, tears, fears, feelings, and friendships. was it destiny or accident or chance or fate or coincidence you landed here? regardless - you are now staring at your life's work - i know - it's nothing like what you had envisioned. that's ok, i woke up one day and realized that this was nothing like what i had envisioned creating. so it's not mine. that means it must be yours.
however, if you want to learn more about (me) the artist feel free to write. you can write me about pretty much anything. chances are i won't know the answer. but i like to think that asking the question is a process of finding more questions - and that's either really frustrating or pretty cool.
aaron kovalcsik | e-mail
