When you work in book format, like an Art Journal, or any notebook, each page is a creation on its own. You can tear it out and frame it if you want to, but the point of it is not to display it. The point of it all, is the act of making it. Sometimes it is a lot about moving on from there to the next thing. Sometimes it is about finding enjoyment in what you just made.
Being content with how pretty it is. Saying it is not hybris, at least not for me, it is love. Love for these colors, patterns, brush strokes, ideas, words, the world. And yourself.
Thought of the day: what is art and who has the right to call themselves an artist? Can I do it now? I feel like I need to make more art, because I want to…
I will follow that feeling now.
Painting in my art journal, on vellum. Yum. What do you think?
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