Oklahoma.
I love what my friend Mary Ann wrote on her post last night:
Of course, it goes without saying, that I'm thinking about the people of Oklahoma this evening. We all are.
And today as well.
Lots of times, I turn to my journal to capture some feelings, thoughts, as I did last night. I was downloading photos from the day's field trip and turned on the news for the first time all day, my journal was next to me on the couch here:
so I picked it up and used it.
For me, art journaling is not about the result, just the process. The above page is ugly to me, but allowing myself this method of processing information is a positive in my eyes.
Other times I use the pages to solidify a concept I've just read and am pondering:
Sometimes it's a "checking in" with myself method in the morning:
Sometimes it's about trying out new supplies:
{the pens referenced were: this pen, and this one, and this set of waterbrushes, and this pen too, as well as these, and this set of watercolors along with this one and this one too.}
Sometimes it's just playing with the materials I already have and enjoy using:
Or time with old loves; paper, scissors and glue:
or mixing the two types of materials:
Suffice it to say, I think there is no one right reason to art journal, just play time. And after, I sure do love seeing a whole bunch of pretty pages, like this:
