to anyone who kept journal(s) or notebook(s) of all your art/writing only to end up ripping and burning all of the pages, leaving nothing.

I have saved pretty much everything I've ever done. Boxes full of art, negatives, prints, journals, etc. I would love nothing more than to burn it all, but I'm still caged by my egos need to leave some finger print if my existence on those planet, even though I know when I'm dead it will end up in the dumpster or in a box in someone's garage. Maybe someday I can have a personal ceremony in the desert, and burn it all. I would like that. Fimally be free of myself.

I keep some, I burn most. Burning it is therapeutic. I’ve made art that was just for me. People would think I was really sick, but I needed to let it out then burn it. But some I keep and read after some time to understand my growth. To see I am doing better than I was.

It is your creation, yours to decide how to handle. Cheers to that gurl

I lose mine.
I never have an opportunity to find a place to take roots to make that choice.
Having said that I really am liking where I live.

That would involve writing and maybe drawing. I was too busy wasting my youth on alcohol and drugs. 🙄

We used stone tablets in my day 👍

Yep done this

Never.

I burnt mine when my husband moved in. We did it together. It felt good leaving that life goodbye and being free for my new one.