Art journaling, for me, is sometimes the end and sometimes the beginning.
Quite often, I art journal (if that can be a verb) for art journaling’s sake. I play with a variety of materials, subject matter, and techniques without concern for the outcome. The key word here is PLAY. It’s an activity that reminds me of being a child– joyfully exploring without self-criticism, getting my hands covered with paint and glitter, and feeling limitless because I’ve put no limits on myself. It’s about the process not a product. It’s liberating to know that this is a piece for my eyes only, unless I choose to share it. I’m free when I art journal.
Being an artist who also appreciates the sale of my work and the connection my pieces can make with other people, I also use my art journal as a learning tool. All of the playing and experimenting help me see new color combinations or envision new compositions for larger works.
On a deeper level, my art journal is a way to connect with my authentic self in a way I cannot with a written journal that so heavily relies on intellect and grammar. My art journal is soulful. It is the place where I can explore personal imagery, dream symbolism, and my spirituality. The mysteries of my inner life are revealed in my journal. My emotions are vaildated and freely expressed without judgement.
An art journal can also be a seat of power. A place to set intentions for what I want to manifest in my life. The art I create in my journal can deliberately reflect my desires or unconsciously expose what is hidden inside of me, much like a vision board.
In my art journal,
I am creator, healer, priestess, teacher, student, celebrant, and eternal child.