Wednesday, January 5, 2022

Art journaling

 In 2013 I made my first art journal. I'd seen some youtube-artist working in theirs and thought "wow, I love that" and...well. I art journaled. 
One of the things I liked about it, is how...imidiate it is? Like...you just make something, and work in layers and don't have to care about how what you make ringt now impacts what you have already made or are going to make on the next spread. I mean, some artists probably prefer to protect old spreads by having some kind of protective layer of paper or plastic between the old and current spreads, but I find that having the new impact the old makes it more exciting, somehow. I have punched holes in pages, wich gave the old spread something new, and the next spread annother element to work with. 

I realize that I maybe went too fast on this...this is my first journal when it was all fresh and new:


I made it from scrapbooking paper, cardstock from an old cerial box and some kind of string. Every spread is a combination of two different kinds og scrapbooking paper except from the centers of the signatures, but that's just how making books work. When making this, I knew nothing about bookbinding, and didn't have a clue how wide the book would become as I worked my way through it. But that's a whole 'nother story. I journaled. A lot. For a while. Then I forgot about it and didn't for about a year. And then I journaled some more, and forgot about it for a while again, and we've had this on again/off again relationship ever since. In 2018, I realized that the old journal (the one pictured above) had too many signatures in it, and I had to take some of the last ones out to make a new book. So I did. I knew more about bookbinding this time and were able to make something that I probably don't have to alter later. 
And so I journaled for a while. 

Recently, I had a friend help me reorganize my creative space, and we found my journal. 
It had been about two years since I'd done any art journaling, and I decided to take it up again. It's pretty low stakes, and I have been trying to get my artsyness back, that is what this blog is about after all. Sometimes I journal and then draw/paint/glue stuff over it, other times, I don't journal, and some times I journal on top of the art, it all depends on what I'm journaling, really. 
It has been feeling like I'm just repeating old stuff, but I've been working on not feeling bad about it.

An old spread from 2013 

My latest spread

Comparing these two spreads, I can see that this artist went to design school in between the making of the first and last one, 

I've been using the paper that makes the spreads as a creative prompt, like...it will inform what I'll make the spread about. Or I'll just paint or glue stuff over it so you can't see the underlying paper when it's finished.
Me from two (or so) years ago decided to give her future self even more prompts, and put stuff inbetween pages to use on the spesific spreads. I like that. There are stickers allready sticked onto the pages, pieces of paper and other scrapbookingessentials just put inbetween the pages. It's fun. Don't remember why I did it, but it's fun.


 


On my newest spread, I decided to sew some buttons in there. Yes, sew them in, not just glue them. I hate the look of buttons that aren't sewn onto the thing they are on. What does that look like on the other page where the thread has gone though, you ask? Well. This is how it looks on the spread that came before it:

And this is how it looks on the spread after it:


On this spread past me has put in some letter stickers as well. Don't know what I'll make of it, but we'll see. When it's done, you might not even see the thread.7

Art journaling is chaos creating if I ever saw it, and it makes me happy, but it doesn't feel as effortless as it did in 2013. I've been wondering what happened. It might just be that I'm rusty. Or I might have lost the effortlessnes. Either way; time will show.

Sunday, January 2, 2022

I hate making art

 I hate making art. 

I haven't finnished a piece in...two, maybe three years? I have four unfinnished paintings stacked in front of eachother against the wall in my creative space. I just declutterd the room and I nearly threw them all away. It has felt like I don't have anything to say anymore.
Maybe I'm out of stuff to say though art. Or that's what the depression and hypomania keeps telling me.

unfinnished pieces stacked in front of eachother

one unfinnished piece that I hung for some reason
 

I HAVE been sewing, and you could, if you squinted, think of that as art. I sew my own clothing, inspired by 1890's fashion and I wear them on a dayly basis. I feel good in these clothes and at this point, I don't think I'll ever go back to modern fast fashion (or jeans) ever again. 


I recently found my old art journal (annother thing that turned up while decluttering) and slowly started to do some spreads in it, four years since the last one. (More on that in a later post, I think.) It feels very...sluggish, like wading though syrup.


After aquiering (despite my husband's insistant talk about how apple is satan) an iPad, I started to play around with procreate, and it is really fun. But it feels like cheating. I'm not going to say that it IS cheating, but it certainly feels that way: something about using ready made brushes wakes up a small voice in the back of my head telling me it's not really me making the art. I think the voice belongs to one of my art teachers from many years ago and I should know better than to listen to them.




Anyway; my one and only resolution for 2022 is to find my artsyness again, and to feel content with it when I find it. It feels like it will be quite a journey, and I would like for you to come along. 

Saturday, January 1, 2022

I love art

 I love art. Always will.

I love how art makes me feel, how a painting says more than any essay could. I love how art lets us see inside annother person’s brain/thoughts/feelings and how it can mirror our own thoughts and feelings. I love how, when the piece and the time is right, time seems to stop or slow as I stand there and take it in.

«En abonnent på Aftenposten» - Oda Krogh 1887


I love making art. Always will.

I love how paint feels on my brush, in my hands and on my fingers. I love the feeling of graphite against paper and how the stylus glides against the glass of my iPad. I love seeing my feelings in shapes and colors and I REALLY like how it all comes together in the end. 

I like it when others look at my finnished pieces and tell me they like it. I mean…we are all a little narcisitic in the end, myself included.

«Pride» - me 2016


Art journaling

 In 2013 I made my first art journal. I'd seen some youtube-artist working in theirs and thought "wow, I love that" and...well...