It's three in the morning and I'm exhausted from all the ideas running wild through my head. However, my creative muse wants to keep-keep it on 'til the break of dawn (yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop). It happened so unexpectedly just as I was on the edge of being so unimaginative.
I spent last Thursday trying too hard to copy my own style instead of just creating my style. And I do have a signature look that I love — when it comes together naturally. And that certainly wasn't happening last week! In this particular case, I was mixing colors to make a page background. While not completely crappy, it was close enough to cause me to curse and cuss and want to break my colored pencils in half. But instead I baked a chocolate cake. Then I went on Facebook (see how distraught I was?) and swore I would scratch musicians, er, 'art journaling' off my t0-do list once and for all!
Art journaling. What the hell? I never did art journaling to begin with!
Before you start leaving nasty comments, let me clarify I have nothing against art journaling! Just my mind rebels against it. And it's not because I don't like art journals, because I LOVE art journals. But for some reason whenever I try my hand at art journaling, I end up hating everything I do. And I pack up all my paper, ephemera, pens and pencils and swear to throw it all down the trash chute.
Then on Sunday, sometime after midnight (and a strong cup of coffee), I dug back out the paper, ephemera, pens and pencils (no, not from the trash) and hauled it all back into my new craft studio (Yes! More on that in another post!). I set my mind free of any thought of "art journaling" and instead, thought of how doing art collage saved me from a depression-induced eating disorder nearly eleven years ago. Suddenly I had a background on part of a page from a book that I filled with a simple gel pen design that I really, really liked! And as I folded it over to tear out, I saw it. The poem by L.M. Montgomery. And just like that, I remembered everything I love about collage. By Sunday afternoon, I had altered Thursday's boring background back to my "look" to go with the poem-inspired idea.
The collage piece if far from being finished or even envisioned. But it's an art journey I'm euphoric to be on again.