Crazy Notebook began because of a house move, which resulted in an archeological dig of my past, exhuming my twenty-year old, college journals. These tattered books are filled with crazy doodles, concepts, magazine cut-outs, phone numbers in margins, some names I don’t even remember (some I do), addresses to gallery shows and parties, lighting diagrams, Polaroid tests taped in with concepts, and quotes that I loved; just to name a few things.

Also found stored away, like time capsules, were half-finished art projects, ticket stubs for concerts and flights around the world, restaurant menus, childhood diaries and drawings, photographs, and some whimsy and youth used as cedar; memory bombs each and every one. After pulling them from the closets, boxes and rafters of my life, I began to wonder on the way we let ourselves just close up areas of talent, memories and inspirations into little rooms in the “mansions” of our lives and maybe visit them again, if we are lucky enough to not forget those rooms exist.

Why is it so easy to neglect our creative and playful aspects, in such a day to day existence. Where did that fire in the belly, that immense curiosity and sense of exploration disappear? I truly admire those that can keep the dogs of mundanity at bay and let themselves fight to show their exquisiteness. We are all exquisite, but I think that a lot of us have let ourselves be taught how to be “normal”…average; to not shine, per se, as it would appear irresponsible and crazy. Well, from now on, let them judge. I, once again, have a crazy notebook for inspiration! – Carol

Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.
Dr. Seuss (aka: Theodor Seuss Geisel )
(2 March 1904 – 24 September 1991)

“The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.”
e e cummings (1894 – 1962)

“Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect.”
Steven Wright (1955 – )

“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.”
Charles Bukowski (1920 – 1994)

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