The Looking Glass Zoo

During my time in high school doodles were constantly being drawn on the side margins of the class notes. This wasn’t unusual; many people doodled on their notes. However, a teacher saw the doodles and felt disturbed enough by them to call in a meeting with my parents. The doodles eventually stopped.

They weren’t doodles of any teachers, but rather of myself. More often than not the images resembled Edvard Munch’s “The Scream.” Why it’s considered art on a canvas and a psychological concern on notepaper is beyond me, but there you have it.

A few years later, at the university, these drawings started popping up again. This time I would cut them out of my notes and paste them or tape them in my diaries, which I kept for nearly ten years, and labeled them “The Looking Glass Zoo”.

Ignore the words in those years of entries. There might be a tidbit of wisdom here and there, but most of the words in the diaries aren’t really worth repeating. That’s a part of my past better left buried, only to be exhumed after my death when people can then discover how much of a jerk I was before I matured.

Since I’ve been getting back into art and drawing, I’ve gained an interest in looking back through these drawings and sketches – particularly for some raw ideas that never developed back then. I hope to document these images over time and improve upon them. The journaling is more reserved and in this digital form (the blog), which helps to keep me from writing some of the more libel thoughts and gives me a chance to edit the few I do post. I miss the handwriting, though. That’s something lacking on the web – too much type and too little personal handwriting.