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THERAPY: journals issue one, October 2019 Created by Frankie Francesco
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Introduction by Paul Kohl & Savannah Francesco
There is a lot of awesome things to say about this months solo creator Frankie Francesco. His art is his passion, it has taken him years to really find the confidence in his art and make it his own. To put it out there for everyone to see. Therapy: Journals is a very big milestone for him. He has never been camping, let alone by himself and he has never put his personal thoughts or music really on a public platform. Frankie loves love, he’s a hopeless romantic. A loyal friend who will always have your back no matter what. The type of person that would stop what he’s doing to help any friend, or family member in need right then and there. An animal lover, and advocate. He’s also pretty damn good at video games. He’s using this solo issue to document and share some pretty personal things. Including music he has yet to ever share with anyone. Hope anybody reading this appreciates how much of himself he’s put into this.
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Preface: Being back here is strange, I’m physically where I started but somehow I feel freer than ever. The last time I lived in these walls it felt more like a prison than a home. I’m a different person than I was then though, ever evolving and adapting. Growing daily, becoming who I’m meant to be. I think my growth has been pretty decent, mentally at least. Funny that I write that on the verge of an anxiety attack. All while the low dose of Xanax sits in my backpack practically untouched. I save them for emergencies, or at least that’s what I’ve convinced myself. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to accept that I do need them. My pride maybe, who knows? Usually my anxiety is random, but lately I’ve been able to pinpoint where it’s coming from. For example, today the anxiety grabbing at my feet, tickling my dick, running up through my torso, and making my head ache is caused by one thing; My camping expedition. I guess it’s one thing involving a lot more things, so I’d say it’s pretty valid. It’s so hard to think, I keep writing things down making sure I don’t forget them. God please don’t let my memory fail me, why did I decide to do this again? I literally still have to wear a back brace for chrissakes, and I’ve decided going on a solo journey into the wild is a good idea. I don’t know why but for about a year now I’ve been drawn to this idea, I feel a bit torn though. My ADD has gotten much worse, and my memory continues to go. Not to mention my back hasn’t fully healed from the seizure. All I know is that I need to do this, so why not before I’m a complete vegetable. Debating on documenting this experience, not just for myself. I’m a little afraid of doing that though. Making my feelings tangible to someone else, sharing stuff I don’t know if I really want shared. My inner thoughts would literally be an open book. Well if you’re not me and reading this I guess I decided to do it so enjoy. I’m gonna go try some breathing exercises.
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Missy, she was my everything. So when the vet told me I had to put her down I lost it. If I think about it too much I still cry. I began to write and teach myself a little guitar after. That’s when I wrote the first half of “January.”
While on this little excursion I finished most of it and recorded this video. Probably the most vulnerable thing I’ve ever shared, but that’s what this is all about. Just something cathartic I decided to do and I’m proud of it. 16
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Journals Playlist The Gold - Nick Waterhouse Remix I Can Never Go Home Anymore - The Shangr-Las Sea Of Love - Cat Power Bisexual - GRLwood Mourning Sound - Grizzly Bear I Hope You Dance - Lee Ann Womack Emmylou - First Aid Kit Ride - Lana Del Rey Where Is My Mind* - Sucker Punch (OST) The Devil’s Tears - Angus & Julia Stone I Can Barely Breathe - Manchester Orchestra Good For Me - Above & Beyond When I Go - Emancipator Funeral - Phoebe Bridgers Gone, Play On - Russian Red Stonewall Stone Fence - Gregory & The Hawk Walk Through The Fire - Buffy: TVS (OST) Steady - The Staves
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THERAPY: Journals #1: A side project to our main series, Journals is an entire issue featuring one creator. The first issue of Therapy: Journals features our creator Frankie Francesco. A virgin to camping and the wilderness in general. Follow him on his journey of hopeful enlightenment as he ventures into “the wild,” documenting the experience with his sketchbook and camera.
FrankieFrancescoArt@gmail.com // @TherapyZine Copyright © 2019 Frankie Francesco
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