While I was making today's art journal page, I actually remembered to keep a camera by me so I could snap a few pictures of the page in progress as I went. I enjoy my own blog posts better when I have pics of the stages of a page, so I'm assuming it works that way for readers as well.
I started, as usual, with some diary writing on a blank page. This began sedately enough but quickly devolved into the pen and paper equivalent of incoherent scribbly screeching. The page actually looks pretty psychotic at this point, but it's all good.
I colored over it with a couple of my daughter's Crayolas.
Then I drew a rough brick background with a sharpie, painted over it with some very thinned down acrylic cream colored paint, and added a layer of journaling in pencil.
And here are a couple of the finished page, embellished with more paint, some words, and paper motifs.
It says, "Words behind a brick wall add character and mystique." I was kind of thinking about that as I worked the page, obscuring my journaling, "walling" it in, in effect. I thought about how much is made in these days of the virtues of authenticity, being real, letting down walls, emotional intimacy, and etc. These are each cliches in their own right. And in all seriousness, I do believe we are the better off for being capable of emotional intimacy. Still. . . I retain an appreciative regard for secrets, the enigmatic, the elusive quality of silences colored with unspoken words, the mystery of the half told tale.
In Shadowlands, one of my favorite movies, Anthony Hopkins' character says (and I'm quoting sketchily from memory here):
"Why do you look at me like that?"
"Like what?" (Debra Winger's character)
"As though I were lying to you. I mean what I say."
"I know you mean what you say Jack, but you never say it all, now do you?"
"Well, one can't say it all. It would take too much time."
I just love that scene, probably partly because it's so well acted. But it's true. One can't say it all. Sometimes because it would take too much time, most often because of all we lose in translation.
End of introspective musings for the day.
Hope everyone's year is off to a good start! :)
Linking to Paint Party Friday and Art Journal Every Day.