Mychal Mitchell
This is my story in a beautiful 2 min 23 second nutshell. https://vimeo.com/202441092
Or here in just under 400 words…
Hi y’all, my story is of a blessing in disguise. Back in 1992, upon graduating from Arizona State University’s School of Architecture and Design, I took off on an adventure through Europe… Five months into my journey, after spending Christmas with a friend in Rome, I had my backpack stolen from where it lay at my feet in Termini train station….my friend Cristiano chased the young boy through the crowd to no avail! Gone were my camera, my walkman, my passport, my money, my plane ticket, several rolls of film I’d shot along the way, and most devastatingly, my journal! Days later, I was lamenting the loss of that journal with a street artisan in Venice. He responded by leading me down a little alley to his friend’s bookbinding shop where I was shown books that called to me…books in which I’d only dreamt of writing. The bookbinder and I became fast friends, and he shared his knowledge and skill with me over the next several days. At the time, it just seemed like a magical experience to tell my grandchildren about someday. But a year later I’d filled the book I’d gotten from my teacher, and I needed a new one. Since this was well before internet options, I recalled those days in Venice and created a journal for myself from a scrap of leather and some handmade paper I’d found in an art store. Everywhere I went with that book, people would ask me where I’d gotten it, and if I could make one for them…thus, the begining of my new life. The craftsmanship I’d learned in design school ( making foam core models with painstaking precision until 3 ‘clock in the morning ) paid off in my bookbinding endeavors. I started selling my journals at a little parking lot show called the Fremont Sunday Market in Seattle, rain or shine, at a little card table with a big umbrella. My books and I were received with much enthusiasm! And now, more than 27 years after making that first book, though I have grown and altered the style and look of the books to suit my own artistic aesthetic, I am still staying true to the art form I learned in Italy, and loving every single stitch along the way. And if not for that little kid in Italy, who knows where I’d be.
