by Maurice Levardo.
During the Autumn of twenty nineteen, I found myself sending postcards to my closest of friends and loved ones. These intimate letters were designed to stay in touch, as I had just moved across seas.
I am intensely rooted in the relationships I’ve weaved and I was not going to allow the Atlantic Ocean to obstruct my affinities. My occasional emails with attached letters and photographs eventually grew more frequent and much more meticulous than the last.
What began as a mailing list of five grew to ten, to twenty, then more. With excitement, I was encouraged to push this further into consistency. These emails expanded into newsletters with careful compositions and longer anecdotes of illustrated mundanity and weekly occurrences. A public journal, one with no bounds, completely unapologetic and honest.
With one word, I marked my project. The Naïve Journal. This was my territory. A space I can call my own. .
Curiously Naïve.
The appellation of Naïve commonly bears a negative undertone, described as a lack of experience, wisdom, or judgment. Still, there is a certain charm in the act of growing. To a beautiful extent, we all hold elements of Naïveté within us; the receptivity to keep learning. A circadian rhythm. Why should a lack of knowledge be chastised?
I reclaim the word Naïve to hold a greater meaning. A nuance of self-growth and personal transformation. A celebration of expression and curiosity.
Through expression of voice and written word, Naïve is a community of artists, journalists, and creators. I strive to encompasses the art of storytelling in any state or form. My goal is to provide a spotlight for anyone and everyone who wish to share their world with the rest of us.
With every issue, I strive to deliver provocative writing prompts focused on lessons, philosophies and self-reflections.
