I love art journalling. Or rather, I love the thought of art journalling. The theory. The perusing of thousands of blogs. The collecting of stationary…oh sweet Lord, the sweet sweet stationary…
But the actual journalling? I can’t get started. I have the goodies, I watch the YouTube tutorials and I’m neck-deep in the books, but I can’t make that first step. It’s been suggested that I consider my ( potential ) output so worthless that I’m scared to waste resources on them, and I’m guessing there’s more than a grain of truth in there.
Not only that, but apparently I’m missing my Bliss.
Endless numbers of art journalists are singing in chorus that I should FIND my Bliss. I should WORK my Bliss. I should EMBRACE my Bliss.
I have no idea where my Bliss is, but it certainly sounds like it’s getting more action than I am. It’s probably snogging my Muse around the back of McDonalds.
It’s frustrating, more so because I live with an artist and I work in the 3D art business, when I *do* work, that is.
So I picked one of my craft books at random and decided to give it a go, and maybe if I post the results I’ll have the incentive to keep going. That said, I’m supposed to be posting once a day and look at all the days I’ve had off with the flu 😦
This is the book I’m going to be working from :
I shall be expecting to be frolicking in a Me / Bliss / Muse 3-some in no time or I’ll be wanting my money back.