I’m Moriah Costa and this is my life, one art journal at a time.

I’m a 24-year-old journalist, artist and writer trying to make sense of this whirlwind of life I’ve found myself thrown into. I am just about as fucked up and awesome and crazy as every other perfectionist-crazed millennial. Armed with an iPhone, debt and an inflated sense of ego, I’ve decided to take on the world- or move back in with my parents, whichever comes first. And just like every other attention starved college graduate, I’ve decided to document it.

So welcome to the sometimes insightful but mostly distracting musings of how I see the world. I hope somewhere between the Instagramed photos of my typewriter and the Audrey Hepburn quotes you’ll get a glimpse of what it means to be lost and free and wild all in the same day.

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” -Jack Kerouac, On the Road


52 Self Portraits

At the start of January I embarked on another journey of self-discovery, using Vanessa Oliver-Lloyd’s self portrait class. It’s a series of prompts to take one photo a week and represented your self. Unfortunately the class is no longer available to purchase. Like all of Vanessa’s classes, it’s developed its own meaning and become so …