Disclaimer: Not all of the art in my journals is my original work. Some were recreated from images I found online. I in no way take creative credit for these drawings and give it fully to the creator of the original work.
I have been keeping journals and sketchbooks for as long as I can remember but it wasn’t until fairly recently that I began to completely finish them. When we were younger my mom showed me sister and me how to make collage journals and a few years later, I elaborated on that idea by starting my first art journal. It was red, with thin blank pages, and I found it up in my mom’s art stuff. It had french writing down the side that meant draft book and with the addition of a couple stickers, it was incorporated into my daily life. All though I consider it the first journal I finished it is in fact blank for the last ten pages because the binding broke from overuse. Since this journal that began in 2015, I have completed two others and am in the middle of my fourth.
from left to right: oldest to newest
Everyone is always impressed by how full they are and I attribute that to the fact that I don’t give myself a lot of limits with them. Except one which is that I’m never allowed to rip pages out. If there are pages I absolutely hate, then I cover them up with scrap paper drawings when the journal is complete. Other than that I keep my journals completely free. Sometimes other people draw in them, I write lists in them, and I doodle in them when I am on important phone calls. Besides my work notebook and my planner, my art journal is the only journal I have so it literally holds everything.
from first journal
I think that once I let go of the need for my journals to be chronological and aesthetically pleasing, I was able to fill them, and usually by the time they were done I was pretty pleased with the final result. It’s nice to just have something that has no limits. Something that can hold all of my bullshit in one small place.
I also became a lot more comfortable with expressing my feelings and more confident in my drawing skills. Art journaling was one of the main ways I combated my social anxiety in high school.
more from journal #2
an entry from the psych ward
I love looking into other people’s journals, so I thought maybe you would like a peak into mine.
by far the fastest I’ve completed a journal
from my most recent journal
Happy July everyone! Look out for lots of new things on the blog this month!
Almost 20 years I’ve been on this planet and I’m still sitting by idiots in coffee shops, that are trying to explain why the earth is flat. It’s definitely round. Just so we’re all clear on that. Last year for my birthday I wrote a poem about being 19 so, because I am feeling less creative this year but still wanted to make it a yearly thing, here is a list of 20 things I learned in the past decade.
- The earth is flat. JUST KIDDING. But if people believe that they’re not going to change they’re minds so don’t even bother trying to explain it.
- That goes for most things that people believe.
- Don’t punch cars. You won’t win, the car will.
- If you’re trying to decide between getting coffee or getting to school on time, always pick getting coffee.
- School is hard once it’s not required.
- The best way to make friends is to message them and hang out with them until they just eventually adapt to your annoying presence.
- You can’t tell your car is making a weird noise if you turn your music up louder.
- Time goes by very slowly and very quickly at the same time.
- People leave but they also usually get replaced by new people.
- I don’t know it all. Just most of it.
- People can make you feel like shit to the point where eventually you just are shit.
- Ice cream fixes most things, except your triglyceride levels.
- If someone hits you, always hit back
- Boys are actually stupid. No joke.
- Love is an even worse disease than life.
- Music helps always.
- Healing is never linear.
- Pain is never permanent.
- Pretending to be something you’re not is exhausting and hardly ever worth it. Unless it’s Halloween or something I guess.
- The only person responsible for your pain and healing is you.
While I can’t say I’m looking forward to the next decade, I can say I’m willing to live it. I can also say that I am thankful for the stuff the past ten years has brought me. From a “gap toothed” 10 year old to a “gap toothed because she broke her retainer shortly after getting her braces off” adult, I’m a completely different person with a completely different perspective on life. I’m sure that when I turn 30 I’ll say the exact same thing because I think that all life really is, is learning and moving on.