I’ve already “trimmed” my old art journal. Luckily, the bulging pages had created a more or less “even” book that allowed me to cut the left-over pages easily without causing an imbalance in the book. I’ve been studying how I can put a cover on it, and hope to get that done tonight if not over the weekend.
I’m leaning towards a spiral sketchbook, but I’ve been thinking about sewing up my own art journal, too. (Fickle, fickle-minded me.) I already knew that Barnes and Noble had sketchbooks on sale, but the format was still something I hadn’t quite made up my mind about. Format as in size — has always been a major point of consideration for me. I didn’t want it to be too small, and I didn’t want it to be too big. I started my art journal entries as postcard sized entries, then I went for an 8 x 8 square layout, after which I eventually floated towards a double page layout of a composition notebook. I ended up creating layouts on poster paper and then pasted them onto the notebook.
My first art journal has been a learning experience on many fronts for me. I tried gesso and realized it did NOT work for me. I dabbled in watercolor which was fine done on pre-pasted blank pages, but then worked best with separate pieces I worked on apart from the book. By the time I had gotten adept with acrylic paint, I had stopped art journaling so I want to do more of that in the next.
I took a trip to the city today and saw the many choices for a sketchbook.
I drifted towards this eco-friendly bound journal made from recycled paper.
It was gorgeous but the pages were sewn together (eliminating it as a candidate for collages and the like), and the pages were paperback novel size which was just too small. I might end up finishing up one journal in a matter of weeks which would necessitate getting more blanks.
I guess that was that. Then I stumbled into a shelf full of sketchbooks which were on sale. I picked two up from Piccadilly, but I zeroed in on a Sketchbook – Black – Large..( Top wire-o – Unlined – Black wire-o ) plain black, spiral bound on top, with paper measuring 8 1/2 x 11.
Ambitious, I know. Now that I’m cradling the book on my lap as I’m typing here, I’m wondering if I’m not getting in over my head with this choice of a formal for my next art journal. The biggest positive about this choice is it is commercially available, so I can actually stock up on it. I got it in a smaller format, too, the size of a steno notebook but unlined and with decent quality paper. (Although I’m not quite sure what I’m going to do with the smaller format.)
I am going to finish up the first art journal by creating a cover first then I have decided to work on layouts to get me going. (Much like I’ve done with the altered book.)
I think it’s a good way to begin the new year — literally, a new beginning.
I am looking forward to another year of art journaling — and hope that it does the same if not more good than the first attempt did for me.
I journal because it helps me find a means to express what I feel and what I am going through in more concrete terms without reducing everything to words. I also like going through the pages and I find myself marveling at the finished layout. (“Did I actually do that?,” I ask.) Sometimes a word or a simple scribble can actually capture a whole chapter in my life.
Perhaps when my memory starts fading, these pages will help me remember. Or when the heart forgets, seeing the pages and reading the words there will help me remember the good and the bad and the lessons learned in between. My art journal has no rhyme or reason. Unlike the altered book which is supposed to be a happiness journal, this one is just a plain art journal. It exists as a compendium of my attempts at art.