More Art

I love art, more than food.

I love my journal, the way the pages warp and the book grows fat with creative juiciness as I work in it. So full of art that it strains against the elastic that desperately tries to hold it closed.
I love the safety of the journal, the freedom and lack of fear- that it's ok to make "bad" art. That in the end the whole book is much much more than any single page- the power it holds. The way when I look back at old journals, I am transported back to that part of my life. The visible growth from the beginning of the journal to the end.
I love that it's not about having made art, the final product is irrelevant, it's all about the joy of creating. That I can just play with colors, materials and techniques and see what happens. If I don't like it, I can move to a new page or just add more layers- even gesso over the whole thing if I really want to be rid of it (I almost never do this, as I can usually come back later and add more to "fix" whatever was bothering me)

Basically, nothing makes me happier than my art journal.

I'd like to post some pics of what I've been up to this week, but for whatever reason google and my  computer are conspiring against me- it keeps telling me that my uploads have failed. So you'll just have to wait.