I mentioned recently that I was interested in investigating the idea of art journalling. Having written my thoughts down in the conventional manner over many years I was surprised to find the thought of recording my thoughts using images, colours and mixed media was intriguing and even more than that – exciting. Not the excitement we experience when we are a bit older but the kind of excitement we experience when we are a child: unrestrained and unstoppable.
It appealled to me as a bridge between my bouts of creativity, and also to fuel inspiration. As a mum to a delightful daughter, I don’t always have the luxury of sitting down for hours at a time to delve into my imagination to create for Dollies Daydream. I was finding this increasingly frustrating but art journalling seemed to be a fantastic solution – it was childs play.
So over the past week or so I have found myself cutting and sticking, crayoning and painting and (much to the annoyance of my child) layering colours that “just don’t go together Mummy”. Instead of feeling irritated by breaking the rules I had created in my head about what things should look like, I felt liberated. I felt empowered. I looked up at the clock and time had whizzed by.
I drew houses like I used to when I was small – no perspective, no thought on subtle colour and with swirly lines of smoke coming out of the chimney – all the time with a huge smile on my face.