Yesterday I decided I needed to create a new journal, that the act of creating one was possibly what was needed to help get me out of this funk I'm in. So although I had things clammering for my attention, I turned up my ipod, and worked on a journal. And when it was well after midnight and I was still puttering away in the studio, I knew that I was following my bliss - there is nothing quite like visual journaling. I use few words on my pages, the artwork does most of the talking.
I like working big when i journal which is kind of funny because when I paint pieces to sell, I like to work smaller. I pick up old atlases when I find them at the thrift store, they're a good size for me. I like to take them apart, glue a couple of the pages together, gesso both sides, and then attach a fabric binding to one long edge, where I will sew it into the fabric spine when it comes time to bind the loose pages into a completed book. When I'm working on a page, I cover the fabric binding with wide clear tape to protect it until I'm finished.
The next step is gluing down pieces of paper, fabric, whatever is near me that catches my fancy. Most of it, if not all of it will be covered up by layers of paint anyway, but the act of doing this get my juices flowing and ideas begin to bubble and surface. I have no idea at all what will be on these pages, no theme, no plan, no story, not until the very end, when I look at the page with fresh eyes, wondering what it all means. I managed to get 10 pages started and one of them finished.