(This post and the next couple days were written before my head cold descended.)
Last week I showed the finish of pamphlet #5, today I am creeping, inching toward the last pages of my Catch & Release journal.
First, Frederick got one last entry in this journal.
Then I tried to draw my cat. Really how hard could a black cat be? But clearly I will be working on how to do more than outline this year. But not on this paper. It was too thin and didn't like when I tried to add layers.
The kraft paper next to it, however, has been quite a wrestling match.
Below is one section of the fold out. I kept layering until I got to this point. I could have kept layering but sometimes you just have to walk away from an accident.
I made a little doodle on the top section. No wet paint, just pen and crayons.
And below is the other section that I - what's the word- hate.
Tomorrow I'll come back and stare at this some more. Maybe my little art elf with come and make magic here.
Oh, and the little list of resolutions? That's some arty goals for myself including things like 'learn to shade' (see above cat), 'complete all current journals' (not the bound ones, the one's I've already started), 'be open', 'be flexible'. Good stuff.
I was chugging along, journaling, sketching, doing a bit color here and there and then
I was derailed by a bit of yarn and the holidays.
This is a half hearted attempt at keeping up in my Catch and Release journal. I should be speeding through these pages, but I'm NOT.
I'm knitting. Which I hope to have in pictures tomorrow. Hats, I tell you hats GALORE.
Do you see me gesturing and genuflecting? It's because I'm stifled not being able to play play all the time. I've been required to attend FUNCTIONS which need clean pressed clothes and clapping and dishes in travel friendly containers. And it's going to get WORSE!
Some of what I've been doing recently has nothing to do with journals.
I've been meddling with some old uncompleted quilts. The bottom quilt above is one I'm considering working on. I'm auditioning it. But once fabric gets moved in my room, someone feels the need to sleep on it.
The brown fabric under someone was the cloth I decided to recover an ottoman with. I did that yesterday for the last day of Create Every Day. I created myself into a tizzy.
But I also took a moment to try to capture the image of this interloper.
I got impatient and the colors ended up bleeding into each other because I couldn't wait for them to dry and I totally MESSED UP the placement of the appliqué pieces, but hey, I had fun. So there!
Point Two: I am not interested in journaling my day. I don't know why. I have read about what good things it does for your mind body and soul. I have done it at times (although not for a long time, I'll be the first to admit- although who else would admit it before me - would this be a contest?), but there it is. Not interested.
Not one wit. Or is it whit?
But that is not the point. I digress.
The point is. My journaling is not about my day. It is about... I'm not sure it's about anything. It's about what's of interest to me. What's going on inside my head. My whims. Texture. Not even what interests me, but maybe that in a way. But it is journaling... of whatever kind it is.
so point two is...
I get to decide what journaling is for me, and I get to do it.
Period. No discussion or justification (see point one).
Do I seem like I'm arguing? I'm not arguing.
I might seem like I'm arguing.
But I'm not.
After all, who's going to argue with me when this might be all that is going on inside my head?
This time I thought of the fold out as a single entity, which made it much more interesting.
The interior is just me having fun messing about with gesso and dyes and spray ink. Really how much more fun could I have.
I don't often take close up shots but I loved the texture of this.
I keep looking at other people's pages to help me get more comfortable with color. With exploring color, which is hard - although clearly it's not, it's just hard IN MY HEAD (since the colors don't care).
The back part of the fold is from a stencil. I love it. I want to put ravens on it. I suppose in honor of Halloween, but really just because But I haven't had a chance. Maybe soon.
Right now I'm just loving texture.
Texture and layers.
Life is busy around here, so all journaling is in bits and pieces between, around and occasionally during other activities. But more and more I am finding ways to bring journaling and drawing into all the rest of my life. Which is good, because it should be a good an extension, and expression, an exploration, not a distraction or burden. I can use it to escape, but that shouldn't be the only use.
This is the beginning of the next fold-out. I have to download my camera photos for the big pages because I can't scan then, so maybe tomorrow. Maybe.
I wish the gold embossing on the little orange paper had scanned better. Oh well.
I'm posting these pages, but they feel a little undone to me. I just want to keep moving and so -what the hey - living dangerously here. I'll probably tweek them again and again as I look back and flip through the book. That's the way I roll.
(I just fell off my chair laughing at myself. Now I have to get back up.)
But seriously, sometimes I get a new pen and suddenly want to add a new line here and there. And why not??? Who says I can't??? Seriously, who says that???
My big Catch and Release journal has kraft paper folded inserts. I thought it was very clever at the time I made the journal (not my idea of course, such clever people out there in journal land), and now that I'm working it... hmmmm... this could take some actual thought...
I got the side that unfolds completely. THAT was fun and I'm trying out spray inks and big smudges of paint and just letting myself explore texture.
It should have something inspiring or insightful inscribed with willowy handwriting, but it doesn't.
The back (or front - I guess) is completely chopped up. I can see how I could have worked that better.
As a matter of fact, since I did this, I've been chugging along and have come to another folded section, and this time I've stopped to actually consider the folded nature of the page. Oh, this could get interesting, but I'm a slow learner, so one step at a time.
In the meantime....
I made a page to tuck inside the fold.
I'm just loving all the pens and inks and paints I get to dig into. Recently I even reorganized a little. But then I guess I'm always reorganizing a little. I just want to have all those delectable delights handy (and visible). Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to post a picture of the nest.
Since my semi-little people have returned to school, I have been busy busy busy. I've lost the groove of my journal. And I've been sleeping. Can't complain about that.
These pages are from earlier. I can't wait till I have some time to sit down and get into my groove again. Maybe I shouldn't need to get in a groove. I should be grooveless. Maybe I'm just tired and trying to focus on homework and practice schedules and little people angst.
I stopped feeling the itch to sketch, but now it's back. I couldn't get motivated to blob on my paint, but now I am cutting glances at my little paint bottles.
Now that the little people have a little less beginning of school angst.
I named both a pamphlet journal and a regular visual journal Catch and Release. I thought I was being clever. Then I was rereading some of Mary Ann Mosses posts at Dispatch from LA and guess what - I STOLE THE TITLE!!! Nabbed it. Didn't realize what I was doing and she has such clever post titles. Poetic. I lack poetry. I aspire to pithy. Not sure if that's good.
Poetry is lyrical. My sense of aesthetic has drifted to blobs of color. Not bad, but still, I feel I have poety in my soul. I feel it stirring occationally. Maybe it's just excessive emotion. Or gas. I thought I was having a heart attack once and that turned out to be gas, so could be.
I could use more metaphoric gas. More energy. I like metaphors. My brain thinks in similes. I'm always relating or explaining one thing by example of another. But more pratical than lyrical.
I think I need to read more. I used to devour novels but stopped an for the longest time I assumed it was because of the little people, but now I am realizing that it is eye strain and headaches. And those migraines that I didn't know I had.
I'm giving it a try again. Went to the library and checked out a book. Who knows. I am feeling out the possibilities.
Earlier this summer, Tammy at Daisy Yellow brought my attention to the Every Day Matters Challenge rerun that Danny Gregory is doing on his blog. He has a series of prompts to help focus and support more sketching practice. I love the prompts and although I'm not doing them on a time line, I have printed them out and am trying to work my way through some of them. I was using a little sketch pad and then taking them into my journal.
I like being able to keep a little pad with me and use it between other moments.
But then I jump off the list and have to draw pony tails. I have to. Let me say that again. I HAVE TO.
See that little dinosaur? He was sitting on the path near some soccer field stands. Just waiting. My son found him. They did some stomping around the stands, but when we left Fluffy put him right back where he'd found him. Didn't say a word. That's my Fluffy.
I'M HOME! I'm home! I'm home! I've collected all my chicks and we're all home together from camp and Grandma and whatall. We're all home! YAY!!!
I've been busy busy busy and only a little of it has been drawing and taping and all that but what I've done I've had TONS O FUN!! The day before I left, oh, a week and a half ago, I whipped together another folded paper pamphlet stitch journal (yeah, because I couldn't decide WHICH journal to use next - so that makes sense) and it has been FANTASTIC cutting and pasting and painting and marking in the middle of the night.
In the end I did pick another journal to start (since I finished one on the road) and brought that, but the pamphlet ones are all color and texture (I have been seduced by fancy-dancy paper) and no words or journaling really at all. All impulse and layers and second-grade sensibility (when I can let myself).
I've also been drawing/sketching. Danny Gregory is redoing his own Every Day Matters (EDM) challenge and opening it up so people can challenge along and so I've been doing a little of that.
What I am NOT doing is enough SLEEPING and that is making me a little LOOPY!
I have all my chickens at home so I am HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY! (Don't tell them, because when I start fussing about left out dishes I don't want them to know I'm secretly delighted to have them home to leave dishes around. Shh! It's a SECRET!)
There is nothing better than a Bean and Bear and a Bug. Who apparently renamed himself "fluffy" at camp! Everyone said, "Good-bye Fluffy!" HUH?! What makes an eight year old boy rename himself Fluffy? He gives a different explanation every time we ask him. Once it was that he told them to call him "Fuzzy, but no one likes to say fuzzy, so I changed it to Fluffy. People like to say Fluffy."