I have not been arting a lot recently, although I have done an index card for every day of 2015 (not always on time) and am continuing to mess around in the crap journal. Right now my brain is mostly taken up with writing and computery things.
My mom talked to my sister today — a couple of weeks ago Betsi sent her an envelope full of art inspiration, so naturally we teamed up to send one back. Apparently I am good at thinking up art prompts? In fact, having sent three cards full to Betsi, I went on to make two more as my daily cards because dang it, it was fun.
I still don’t have access to the scanner or a decent camera, so since these are very simple I have recreated them:
If any of these bring you inspiration, please run with it! And then come back and tell me all about it. :)
I have always READ about people keeping two or three or six journals at once, and thought wow, wouldn’t it be nice to have that much to say? Creative work for me is generally more like whacking the bottom of the ketchup bottle until it spurts out some dubiously appetizing gunk. (I don’t even like ketchup. Maybe I should have made this metaphor about acrylic paint. Never mind.)
What I’m saying is, I am such an obnoxious perfectionist and so bored with my own thoughts that I’ve been like “what would I even put in six journals. Half the time I can’t think of anything to put in any journal.”
But. I am trying it.
Here’s the thing: I hate messes. I know, I know. Art is messy and that’s all part of the unbearable beauty of it, and also you wouldn’t know it to look at the state of my room. But I hate ’em. I don’t like my food touching. I hate coloring outside the lines. I can’t stand getting glue on my hands. I freak out if I step in something wet.
So I’m trying this: keeping several different journals to prevent cross-contamination.
The Black And White Book: is a cheapie black spiral-bound sketchbook. I decorated the cover with a couple of stickers, and I use it when I want to do basic black and white doodles, zentangles, whatever. There’s not a lot of variety and some of them are pretty underwhelming, but I do that kind of drawing more to relax than anything else, so it’s okay. The black-and-white book is a box to keep my doodling in so it doesn’t get all over everywhere.
The Art Journal: is a Strathmore visual journal. It’s basically the same as the black-and-white book except that the paper’s nicer and it costs about three times as much. I have performance anxiety about this journal, because the first one I kept was during my aunt’s last illness when my mom and I were wearing ourselves out trying to help take care of her, and I was too damn busy to self-censor very much and so it is a touching and intimate chronicle blah blah blah long story short I made the mistake of letting people look at it. Now it’s ART and I can’t do anything mediocre in it. Sometimes I can get past this (I have posted a few pages from my current Art Journal on this blog) but frequently not.
The Aeneid: is a vintage Latin textbook (it’s not actually just the Aeneid, it’s a bunch of different Latin poetry and one million footnotes) which you have also seen previously on this blog. I like the illustrations, I like the ratty cloth binding, and I like the way Pitt pens work on the smooth paper. The Aeneid is a nice comfortable corner to climb into when blank pages are way too intimidating; I can color in the illos or draw out of them or just doodle right over the Latin like a vandal (har har).
The Crap Journal: so called to distinguish it from a junk journal, which is when people take random crap and make gorgeous art books out of it. This, on the contrary, is when I take a lovely handmade book (well, a lovely handmade cover around some cheap flimsy pages, but still) and make random crap in it. Arrange all my washi tape by color. Draw flowers on one quarter of the page and then get bored. Whine endlessly about how much I hate journaling, and art, and my life, and the weather. Use up some of my sticker hoard. New Year’s Resolution: do not share this journal with the general public. Just don’t do it, self. The crap journal, hopefully, is going to be my dumping ground/sandbox where I have Official Permission to half-ass things.
The Index Cards: are my daily practice. I am not, at this stage in my life, going to write and do art in an actual notebook every day. It’s just not going to happen. I am, however, doing pretty well at the index cards. Because they’re not bound they don’t have to look good together and I don’t have to worry about ink bleeding through, and because they’re index cards I am not wasting good paper and so if all I want to do today is write UGH in large black letters, I can do that. (I have in fact done that.) When I’ve done enough that it doesn’t look like a blank index card anymore, I’m done. I can go back to bed if I want to. Also they pile up pleasingly fast.
There are no pictures of any of them today, because my life continues to be a star-spangled disaster and I’m doing well just to string together coherent sentences. But, y’know. That’s where I’m at.
Still no camera or scanner in working order. But I did make 31 index cards in January (and so did my mom!).
I’ve had better months, but I’ve also had worse, so I’m not gonna complain. (Much.) I’m trying to think of the index cards as being like taking my meds — I don’t always want to do it, and if I miss a day it’s not the end of the world, but I really will feel better and more able to cope if I keep up with it.
I’m trying to get back into art journaling too. It’s hard. I feel like I’m always forgetting how to do it — the way I’ve forgotten how to write creatively — and have to keep re-learning, which is infinitely frustrating. Some days I feel almost like I’ve got it together, and then the next day I’m feeling desperate and trapped and incompetent again.
But I made it through January, one card at a time. Now I just have to make it through February.
In addition to all the other goings-on, I have mislaid my camera, so all I can give you is crappy webcam snapshots of my art. Which is discouraging.
I have, for approximately the twelfth time, forgotten how to keep an art journal, and so I am resorting to the index cards again. I am doing one per day, whether actually on the day or not, and this is one from last week. My friend Nan is the remorseless fiend responsible for my Captain America situation, so it is only fair that I make her watch Agent Carter with me. (It’s on ABC! You should watch it too if you like any of the following: spy shenanigans, the 1940s, Marvel superheroes, women being awesome, extremely British men being adorable, the above hat. /end plug)
I got a gift card to the craft store for Christmas, so I spent part of it on the Polycolor pencils I have been eyeing for a while. They are pretty sweet! More testing is required.
Yes, that upper right-hand one was done for the prompt “magenta”, and yes it was totally phoned in. (The 14th was extremely busy, in my defense.) I’m pretty proud of the other two, though.
Broke out my trusty glitter gels for this lady. I’m practicing drawing different types of hairstyles, cos we can’t ALL have flowing waist-length tresses, right? (“Vivat Regina” means “long live the queen”. I am all about queens. And princesses. And tiaras for all, really.)
This is a review of an imaginary book, using text from old encyclopedia articles, including an AMAZINGLY condescending one about Elizabeth Barrett Browning. (Did you know she was only a “minor poet” because her emotions were too strong? *eyeroll*)
I may have used up my month’s supply of purple, but it was worth it.
I’ve actually been doing an index card a day since the end of April. I know, I’m a rebel.
See, I’m not good with challenges because I am the kind of obsessive person who will freak out and give up if I miss one solitary single day. So I wanted to do ICAD this year, but if I was going to be sure to finish I would have to form the habit first.
Also, yes, I admit it, I just wanted an excuse to buy a stack of index cards.
Anyway, here is my first OFFICIAL index-card-a-day:
A somewhat crappy photo, but that’s how we roll around here. Starting early, taking lousy pictures, smoking in the girls’ bathroom…