My notes are written in sketchbooks to build up ideas to develop strange, unique projects for the future; what is contained in the soul is brought to the outside world. Words and sketches that continually build on various unrelated things. Frames of plastic, bike wheels, plexiglass tubes, then partial remains of a house; as the writer and sketches, I continue to add more items of the imagination, the effort to create something never seen before, although I know this isn’t possible because my thoughts are fed from the world around me and other people imagination. We take in from the world around us, creating our unique creations; everyone has this potential. It’s not important what is written in the notebooks, whether short or long; they are just potential blogs to be embellished with more thoughts and words; these notes are spontaneous thoughts expanded later, forming into novels and short stories. Some notebooks have drawings, writings, photos, found objects, and everything; there are no limits to the imagination, and nothing is impossible.
What if there was a notebook composed of light that recorded light, images are three, two, or dimensional? anything could be recorded, no need to write, paste, photograph, or purchase anything.
Notebooks are experimentations into what the world might be developed into; sometimes, what is created becomes a dead end, and at other times it has potential. The notes are left alone until other new ideas are born.
I never discard what is written because they are potential concepts, if several of the notes are not completed I leave them dormant for a while, then I try to generate new ideas, then at a later time, I return to the inert notes bringing the new concept.
Cultivate the so-called insane concepts that guide the notes in many directions; cultivating ideas that say parts of a bicycle are built up, then transformed into a tower like a machine with many wheels, gardens growing in the sky, thousands of lamps hanging or floating among the clouds without support, and dwellings resembling a fan like blades, spinning creating energy. Remember, there a no limits to notebook concepts.
Notes are windows to the world, our impressions of what we believe the world is, and notes are future stories.
Robert J. Matsunaga
