…even though I’m shattered. When Chris left for work just before seven yesterday morning I got up and headed to my desk to start a new page in my art journal before the kids woke up. I think I have been bitten by the bug after this weekend. I found it hard to get to sleep as the ideas for pages were bouncing round in my head.
I thoroughly enjoyed the weekend and it gave me permission to do “something” with the pages I’d prepared in my journal. It could well have stayed a book full of backgrounds, not there is anything wrong with that, but that’s not what I did it for. So far the three pages are all about me but I' don’t think that there will be a theme for the book. I’ve already planned to create or buy a smaller book to work in and have dug out old art supplies from my college days which saves a few pennies. Having said that I have a huge paint shopping list now…eeek.
So, quickly, here’s a page I started while at AFTH.
And one I was working on yesterday making use of the new goodies I picked up while I was there.
And finally another quick page I did this morning. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with this one but then the words just seemed to flow.
On top of the huge shop I did over the weekend for some things that quite honestly, I needed, I’ve been on to Amazon this morning and ordered a couple of books to help give me a bit more of a creative boost.
So there we have it, the beginnings of my art journaling story and I’m loving it.