I have a bit of habit of compartmentalizing things. Things being ideas in my head, notebook uses, organizing objects. Sometimes that's a good thing. Sometimes it keeps me organized and able to find what I want when I need it. Sometimes the compartments I use end up being arbitrary, though, and actually splinter these things into theoretically good but actually not useful entities. I used a lot of words right there, but it's not that wordy in my head. It's hard to know how to explain it. But all my art notebooks have been an example of trying to stay "organized" but ending up putting a lot of energy into finding the "right book" or trying to fit what I want to do to the theme of a book or just getting stuck with the quantity of stuff. So maybe, I'm thinking, maybe this new journal style is so liberating because I am not trying to parse out my ideas into the "right" spaces. Maybe.
Not that I don't go all crazy and still work every which where, when I want.
Just checking in to post a few journal pages. I continue to enjoy the IFJM approach I started and I am amazed how much fun I have adding to my book. Mostly daily, but I try not to freak out of I miss a day (or two). I am writing a bit more, and realized I feel more comfortable if I can just block some of those sections out. They're not revealing, but I want to feel really free to write what I want and not have an editing voice in my head ("but they you can't post if you write that"} I need to find a new photo editing tool to do some of the things I want, but I like Piscasa for it's ease and my familiarity with it. Luckily my technical expect has returned from summer camp and I'm hoping she can work me into her schedule.
Once something is fun, why not keep doing it? Since I have several journals I'm working in, I'm spreading myself around. I added this to my selfie book. Apparently I do NOT collect many shiny things (and yet I feel like such a magpie) but whatever I have is good enough.
I suppose I shouldn't say that I'm in love with my journal, but that's pretty close to the truth. I love the feel of the pages and I love to flip through and see what I've done. I have a hard time leaving it home, it's often riding around in my bag for no good reason except I don't want to be parted.
And whenever I feel the need to do a little "Playing" I just dig right in.
I signed up for a four week sketchbook skool class "playing" I think this might be the shake up I need not to get so bogged down in "getting it right" since I don't know quite what I'm trying to get and wouldn't probably know if it was right. But a week at camp gets my juices flowing and then… I get too in my head. So this light hearted class with fun exercises seemed directly to reflect what I need.
We had three assignments this week. I'm taken the time line loosely, jumping around a bit as I am inspired. Taking my inspiration and letting it lead me. After all, the point is to PLAY - gosh darn it.
Just so you know - them ladies is me. Both of them. Multiple personalities. I feel more coming on. Stay tuned. Or be warned.
Ok, I thought those were the last pictures from camp, but no, I hadn't posted the individual cards/block sheets I'd done. There were about 10 of these but some were awful (truly awful) so here are the ones I liked.
They are all 5"x7" or so. I brought a larger pad, and then didn't really use it. I like small, what can I say.
That is now the last of the sketches I did at camp. The whole caboodle.
These are the final little sketches from Camp Week 2015 from my everyday journal. I was very satisfied in the end with having the two books - my everyday visual journal that I did quick sketches in and then added notes when I felt like it (as I have been doing in general recently), a second dedicated Camp journal where I did slightly larger (if 7x7 can be considered larger) sketches with more attention, and then a watercolor block for additional space when my journal was drying or I just felt like it.
Oh, I actually used my color pencils on this trip. Which made me very proud of myself. What a good girl.
I want to get back to binding journals, but 1) i've bought too many bound journals not to use them and 2) many of my early binding choices are sitting on my shelf because the paper I used was interesting, but not what I want to use right now. Do I give them away? Do I decide to try different paper? I haven't decided. Meanwhile I wiggle along using all sorts of different papers and learning a lot from that. I'm thinking that means I need to give my creations a chance… hmmm…. that's my brain considering.
I like my camp journal because it gave me a chance to stop myself and try for something more composed, considered. It made me think about how I was laying in the paint. I think it got me to a place where maybe I can go back and read some of the instructional books or websites I've found and absorb more. I am not a good absorbent sponge when I learn. I'm more a hand towel wiping up drops. I never know which direction my brain is join to go. What it's going to catch up.
To balance the camp journal, I started out each day with my daily visual journal, and obviously the sketches are wobblier (I'm wobblier early in the day) and some of them are messy with detail or don't have enough. It was a good way for me to warm up without feeling like I was "wasting" my good book. I know that is all in my head, but there it is in my head, so I worked it out.
Next year I will undoubtedly come up with yet another new solution. I will hopefully be satisfied with that one too. I love multiple solutions to the mess I make with my thinking.
And if you want to know, no I am still not doing faces, but I think I'm getting a little better with legs and the impression of hands. I should be doing greek scupltures.
Oh, again. Happy 4th of July from here in the U.S.
I have two confessions. The first is that I rarely "finish "a journal after a trip. Which bothers me because I like the idea of a finished journal, I like the look of a finished journal, I like the feeling of a finished journal. But after trips… things come up.
The second is that I rarely enjoy the finished sketches I do. Or, by that I mean, I often am embarrassed or frustrated by some element in a sketch. I keep dreaming that I will produce work that I want to put on my own wall, but it hasn't really happened yet.
However, this time…. I am home and I am "finishing" my sketchbook. By that I mean I am adding the elements that I want to include (like photos and memorabilia). I could do it differently - I could sort my pictures better and edit them better and print them better (way better) but I probably wouldn't get anything done of I did that. I could integrate everything more into a more stylish page but trying to do that definitely would stop me in my tracks.
And so I am pushing myself along, getting down what I want to do and being satisfied by just getting it done (and by what I am doing).
Here are three of my favorite sketches from my journal book. The first two are ones I actually took time with, and aside from struggling with melting paint and wind and water drying before I could get it layered or spread, I am shockingly pleased with the results.
This last one is of my son doing archery. I sketched him twice because the first one was him standing and waiting for the signal and then I realized his pose was all wrong for shooting, so I put him in the next bay (or stall or whatever you call it) and did him again. This was down on the fly, and I only use ink so I can't restate too much, but again, I shocked myself by enjoying what I had produced. Plus Bug liked it too.
Home again home again jiggity jig. And then everything that I left without doing is waiting for me when I get back. Plus the birds are mad and the cats all in a tiff. So scanning and editing photos has been low on my list.
Which is what I love about camp, because play moves to top of the list and there isn't anything else on the list except for maybe napping. And gazing. Gazing always makes the list.