My (Not So) Empty Slate was created as a means to record primarily insignificant and occasional momentous events in my life so that five, ten, fifty years from now I can click through this assortment of records, kick back with a pineapple float in hand, and bawl over years (hopefully) well spent.
As of now, this is simply my claim in cyber real estate; a place to dump random memories. Photographs and juvenile writing will, of course, become a staple. I hope to someday pick up on creative outlets that dimmed and faded during the course of four uninspired years wherein my artistry, regard for fine aesthetics, and a general aptness for the poetics of life slowly faded to black.
If I do indeed revive the artsiness I once knew, you will find the products of such madness right here.
If I do indeed revive the artsiness I once knew, you will find the products of such madness right here.
Suggestions are more than welcome on the Contact page. Feel free to pop by and submit a random note or criticism every now and then.
