As I mentioned in my most recent art journalling post, I’ve made a commitment to myself to make at least two art journal pages a week in 2016. I decided that there’s no time like the present to get started with a goal like that, and got started straight away.
That decision has kept me creating over the Christmas period. It got me opening my journal even when I was sick, and busy, and not feeling it.
And I’m glad. Because making stuff always makes me feel good.
Here are my pages from the second half of this season of magic:
I like a lot of what’s going on here.
It was fun to repurpose scraps of wrapping paper as I was busily getting gifts ready to go under the tree. It was sobering to look back on old family photos and think about my life, my relationships, and how far I’ve come as a person in the last 30-odd years. It was freeing to get all dauby with rich violet paint and gold ink, and make a big fat mess.
Art journalling has me looking back with satisfaction and forward with anticipation. What an excellent position to be in.