Hi! I'm PJ.
Well, that’s not really my name. But the anonymity allows me to be myself.
I began this at the start of COVID. I was halfway through college, everything was shut down, and all I had was my MacBook Pro and a dream. So I made a rule: make one poster every day. No goals, no business plan. Just something honest, something I wished existed. I haven’t stopped since.
Poster Journal has evolved a lot since then. But it’s always been the same thing underneath: a diary on public display. A place where I can say what I'm thinking. Where I discovered my purpose: to make what I wish existed and share it with the world.
As a kid I always got “talks too much” and “distracts others” on my report cards. Constantly rearranging all the furniture. And a strange desire to simplify and throw things away (BIG TROUBLE). Appears nothing has changed.
I’m not sure I have my ideas. I think they’re given to me. I don’t really understand meditation but I think that’s what I’m doing. Some friends call it channeling. I’m not quieting my mind, I’m watching it. Is it really “my” mind? If it is, who’s putting the thoughts there? The ideas? I’m just the reporter, diligent and neurotic enough to write them down.
When I’m dried up, bored, or unmotivated, the best thing to do is get up, put on short shorts, and walk to nowhere. Wander physically, psychically, emotionally. Within fifteen minutes a beautiful idea is delivered on a silver platter.
Most of my inspiration comes from the turmoil, drama, and joy of my own life. I love when things change. Change makes for excellent material.
