when i get up in the morning, if i have enough time, i write myself a letter. The letter is at least one page. sometimes it is more, one page front and back, but at least one page, single spaced. i print it, fold it, put it in a stamped envelope, then send it off in the mail.

i send it to the mailbox that sits at the end of the driveway at the house i grew up at. then it eventually makes it's way back to me, and i put it in a little box, signed, sealed, and delivered.

again you may ask, "and the point to this is." that i haven't fully come up with the answers to yet. but i do have a couple. first it is a pretty good stamp collection. secondly, i will have a postmark for everywhere i go and everywhere i have been. lastly, i will have a third party verification of what i was thinking and what i have been doing for that time. so if the fbi wants to accuse me of doing something that i didn't do, i can simply whip out these letters and say, "wait a minute!" i don't see myself having any problems with the fbi, but i will have a page, filled with my thoughts, actions, ideas, concerns, for that day.

most of the time when i write it, i use the stream of consciousness technique. in which i write the first feeling, impulse, anything that pops into my head at that time. it is usually right after i wake up and the first few minutes of writing i am still asleep.

in the future, i plan to put my daily entries up here. but for now, until i have written, let's say a years worth, i would like to keep them just for me. so on april 13, 2003 i will put up the entry for april 13, 2002. that way i am always a year ahead of anyone with enough free time to actually read this.

for right now, please take the time to read this story. this gave me the idea to send the letters to myself in the first place.

05.07.02

now that you have read that story, you can continue with the digital copies of the letters that i wrote. realistically, this will give you a pretty good idea of what goes bouncing around in my head day after day after day. sometimes it makes sense, other times, it doesn't. what i do, is when i get up in the morning, i write whatever comes into my head at that time. sometimes inhibited, after writing a page or two, i usually write whatever. sometimes it is boring, but hey, sometimes life is a little boring. But other times, i can honestly say, that i feel pretty good at the end of my writing. i guess it is more therapy for me more than anything else. check it out.

05.20.03

i have since taken these letters and strung them all up alongside a wall, and made an art installation out of them. it was so great to see everything that i had worked so hard on actually in a semi completed form. here are the photos of the show. it was a lot of work and there were a ton of people that helped make it happen. i am truly grateful for everyone and the love and compassion they are constantly showing me.

12.06.03

here it is almost a year later and the letters have gone up in a few different places. there was a second show with the second years worth of letters. it took place inside the bierce library gallery, again at the university of akron. there are photographs from three different photographers. i've been writing these things for over two and a half years now and must have close to a thousand letters. i'm making a excell spreadsheet of each of the letters and some of the information that goes along with each of them. i've been a little behind in my posting them up on the website, but some of the stuff in the letters i'm not sure i want to put up there no matter if it has been a year or not. some of them have been written on a manual typewriter and those don't have digital copies.

11.16.04

i think my biggest challenge has to been to keep up with this website. it's been over two years since my last confession. the letters have gone through central america and have won an award at a jurried exibition. right now they are at an installation at summit artspace. i'm trying to figure out a way to sell the letters so that they can make thier way out into the world. i'm not sure if this is such a good idea because i want to make sure that someone is going to take as good, if not better, care of them than i did. here comes the oc disorder (oc not meaning orange county). i'm planning on scanning each of the letters into the computer so that i have a digital copy of each. then i'll be a little more comfortable knowing that there will be some record of them. the problem with selling them would be that the people who buy them will most likely open them. all i'm going to say to that is that they have a much higher potential energy than kinetic energy.

2007.02.04

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