For the month of MAY, I challenged myself to prune how I was journaling waaaaaaay back to just the white of the page and the black of the ink.
No crazy colors, no stickers, no washi tape, no journaling cards. No gluing pages together even, nor putting washi on the sides.
Simple. Stripped down. Streamlined.
Why did I do this? Well for one I was losing interest in journaling cuz it was taking so LONG to use all that stuff. I still wanted to journal and have the record of my days, but I had been feeling like I was WORKING FOR MY JOURNAL instead of having it be what it is: a record.
I also wanted to see if my pages could be INTERESTING if they were "basic". I'd been getting away from the ME in my pages; relying too much on other artists' products to express MYself. No. I want MY drawings and lettering and all of that to reflect ME.
And you know what? I fell in love with DRAWING again.
This happens and has happened to me throughout my life. A new surge in LOVING drawing. I never really HATE it. Unless someone has hired me to draw HORSES riding BICYCLES in a CROWD scene. (Three of the things I hate drawing the most.) But most of the time my love for drawing is status quo. On the line. Sure I will like when what's coming out of the pen looks fine or if I look back and feel a LACK of DISPLEASURE at the result.
But LOVING it? Looking forward to it? That comes and goes. So when it comes, and when it's HERE, that's to be savored and enjoyed and that feeling needs to be encouraged to stick around and sit fer a spell.
One of the things I've been "making" myself do is just DRAW -- no sketching first. Forget about the fact that there may or may not be an audience. Try to forget that I'm a "professional" who may be judged for what she's putting out into the world, paid assignment or not. Put that aside. Draw. Forget "them", only think of the line, the next line, the way the pen feels on the paper. Delight in what my hand feels like drawing, to what it can do because it has all the muscles and muscle-memory it will ever need.
Here you can see I've started to allow the creeping back of color. Was I using it as a crutch? Nope; I just really wanted to see it again, and it was a pleasure to do so. Also, coloring with gel pens is a really great way to spend some time. I got my middle school students hooked on them this year and they could tell you how nice it is to draw with them. The ink just gliiiiiiides onto the paper and it feels good. Try it!
Busted out some more colors... colored pencils coming out of their mugs to help tell some daily doin's...
The limited color is a nice compromise. I'm still zooming through my pages, but there's a nice treat of color. Oh, yeah, and the other thing about not gluing pages together is, that also feels nice when leafing through the pages. Yes, I am tactile and make no bones about it! :-D
So that's it for May! Thanks for coming on this whirlwind look at a bunch of pages and for listening to me philosophize about baloney.
Let me know in the comments below where your journaling has led you to, in terms of media exploration or in "pulling back" with your supplies. I'd love to hear what conclusions you came to!