I fell in love with Art Journals in 2014. I had never heard of them before social networks alerted me. Then Pinterest took my interest to new heights. I watched you-tube tutorials, I never tried, joined challenges, I never participated in. I couldn’t do - they were all so good, beautiful, created by such talented artists. I craved them though. Of course those pictures I collected were the best, the most creative, the most beautiful. Not good for a hesitant beginner.
I prevaricated and decided I would create my own books, not use ready made and so they would have to have covers, I could do that, I could embroider a journal cover.
I spent many happy hours doing so.
I managed to use some of my UFOs as well which is a bonus (UFOs are unfinished objects)
I used some of my material stash and made a crazy patchwork. I used a crazy patchwork which had been intended as a bag, now it became a journal cover, I unearthed a small woven tapestry ( my first) and it too became part of a cover.
Three covers, no journals.
This was becoming ridiculous.
I bought paper, paints, pastels, coloured pencils. Gel pains, sparkly gel pens, oh such treasures. I have stamps, decorative tapes, inks, paint brushes trims and sparkle glue. So the list goes on.
A new stash forming.
Even more ridiculous.
So this new year I took the plunge, Over the period of lurking I had talked severely to myself. Who were these journals gong to be for
Who cared if they weren’t perfect.
If I couldn’t draw.
So I have begun, along with my covers , I now have three journal pages, curtesy of Journal52 and Chelle Stein whose brainchild it is.
I have plans for future journals to nestle within my covers but, at the moment, I am having fun experimenting with all my new stash.