I cleaned up my office/studio space–which is also the actual office area on one side and the dining room on the other…video evidence may make you think otherwise…but I assure you–we have cleaned, organized, re-organized, thrown stuff away, donated stuff, and moved more out and about…and then organized again–which is one reason why it takes so long for me to do things…I work in circles anyway–and then add in all the critters and the kids and their clutter…and it gets even more complicated.
Cleaning can be annoying.
For one, I put things away in safe places…which means–I put them somewhere and forget where that may be…a lot…and it is always stuff I think I will absolutely know where I am putting it. I spent three days, no joke, trying to find my three hole punch last week. I found it, after asking my husband if I could borrow one from his work…and then I put it on the shopping list–figuring if I bought a new one, the old one would show up quickly. Apparently, the threat of having another hole punch in the house did it–the old one showed up.
Good things come from cleaning as well. I found some old sketchbooks and art journals. I mean old as in before I ever took an art class, online or otherwise.
As I flipped through these journals, one thing struck me, rather loudly. I used to have some real fun doing this stuff. I am not saying I don’t have fun painting faces, or girls, or whatever. I do … I am currently working on a very large canvas of a whimsical face right now…but I’ll talk more about her some other time.
Before, however, I wasn’t as concerned with … faces, shading, doing things right, shadows, outlines, perfect lines. I doodled, a lot. I always have, ever since I was a kid. In these journals, I would cut stuff out of magazines or wherever, glue it in. I would sew things to pages. I would staple and tape. My brain did not squinch over the whole–is it archival? thing…no, I was worried more about … being me, expressing myself, playing…and that is what I miss.
My new desktop and my printer, with me as a translator, have communication issues. We’re working on them…but until I learn to speak the required languages and in turn, teach these two to work together…pictures of my work here are going to be few and far between.
You can follow me on instagram if you like…but I almost never post finished paintings there. I always post works in progress. Now, if you love knitting projects–those I post all finished and usually being worn by their happy new owner…
I may not show any new work until the finished journal flip-through videos…which may take a long time…but we’ll see…I have to come up with something here soon because I am enjoying what I am doing right now.
I took the silver leaf journal I made/bound myself…the one where I glued in questions from Brave Girls Club and then sort of traced an edge along the inside edge of the pages to make it pretty. Today I took that journal because I am trying to get back into both a written journal and art journalling…and I wrote out my answer to the question…but I felt very quickly that there needed to be more. So, I added some paint…and then some more because it just wasn’t covering what I had written. I had intended to slap on some colors, maybe doodle a bit around the edges, and then write a mantra or main thought of what I wanted to happen around what I had answerer/written before the paint hit the paper. I did that–didn’t really like it…used a black Stabilo over top of it — in one word, I summed up the entirety of what I had written and what I wanted to remember moving forward…
There is no face on this page. I guess the word is the focal element. There is paint, and doodling, and edging…and I really like it. One day–I’ll show it to you. It finally feels like me…and that feels good.
I expect to be doing a lot more work, in and out of my journals, using paint, using pens, using yarn…from here on out.
Thanks for following along.