Burger People and Memory Burps….

This is just a handful of the ton of old journals and sketchbooks I unlocked from that magical trunk in the attic 🙂 I included a funny sketch from my good friend Mike I still love it! I have a series of these drawings he did they are hilarious and full of glue gun texture for added gross out effect!

Recently I reacquainted myself with my old journals and sketch books from when I was just starting out in art school. It was interesting to see the really rough transition of my disjointed life in high school where I grew to a place where I felt confident in my own skin then to be ripped from it and put into such a harsh lonely environment called art school I had to start from scratch again. Time again for redefining meanings, identity, friendships, personal vision and my general world outlook. I really loved seeing how I would cope and grow within a 2 year period. To see friendships form and how I struggle with letting go of the past. Also the big issues I was dealing with in the new surroundings were primarily isolation and socioeconomics. I had a bunch of writings about how I was struggling with class issues and feelings of self worth and the incredible amount of loneliness and loss I was feeling in a new city so full of people yet so empty. All these ingredients added to my depression and led me down a dark road those first two years at art school. But as I read on I slowly watched myself emerge as a more developed human who has learned through suffering and it made me sensitive toward those struggles. Seeing that growth documented of your self and looking back on it almost 20 years later well to me it feels like a gift. Seeing that jump, growth and change happen, having it documented in words so raw with such rantings about making art, relating to humans, the struggle, and even in the darkness quirky funny things popped up too… this one made me chuckle (I was really really poor and kind of lived off mcdonalds growing up back then hence the fixation on burgers):

– 18 year old Angie Mason

I enjoyed reading about my art process and progress how I thought about things. I was very frustrated at art school the first couple of years as time went on in those first two years I felt more and more isolated which is what drove me to eventually quit and take time off from both art school and the city.

– 18 year old Angie Mason

Here is a snippet of something I wrote when I was 19 growing through my depression and beginning to embrace things and move forward…

– 19 year old Angie Mason

Coming to terms with loss and rediscovering an adjusted identity. Moving and navigating through life searching for meaning. It’s an on going game that never ends till you do. It goes up and down takes sharp turns. It can make you sick if you are weaker. Stay strong and hold on it’s going to be a bumpy ride till you die. That’s for sure! 

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