"I'm still numb; hooked up to machines... keeping me alive. I can only hear machines."
The single element that differentiates a journal from a novel, is that the journal is a “raw”, unfiltered account of an individuals private thoughts at a point in time. They are inspired by life, and become a physical manifestation of the self, even after we are long gone. Sharing these artifacts is what provides later generations with a window to the past. The events contained between the covers can be valuable and insightful accounts of world-changing historical events, or they can simply be what the author had for breakfast one balmy morning. “Bones and Brawn” is the first of many journals that have accompanied me through personal life-experiences, both good and bad. A horrible skiing accident in Jackson Hole, Wyoming provided the “inspiration” for this work, in addition to my drug-induced state of mind at the time (hence the frequent mis-spellings, backwards typography and over-all bizarre associations). Losing the ability to walk un-aided for many months, managing severe pain – on and off medication, and being forced to quit a job I truly cared for, all manifested into this hand-made book, which I now humbly present.
Recession and depression described much of the country in 2010. Jobs were limited for many, and they were especially hard to find for artists. Rather than submit entirely to the riptide of the times, my second journal provided the creative outlet I needed to stay sharp.