In the service of helping novice visual journalers everywhere feel better, looser, more comfortable with their own pages… thoughts about my crapolicious first visual journal. I admire my first efforts to persevere in the face of disaster – the way I delighted in each new page I completed. And oh, how I labored over every one! The entire process was vaguely troubling. I was unsure of what I was doing and why I was doing it. But page after page I kept at it and gradually my doubts were replaced by…… more doubts. HAH!
I enjoyed what I was doing, but it didn’t feel authentic. At times I relied too much on the ideas of other people and this felt false. I wanted to be my own compass and point the way more deeply into myself.
My heart and brain remained in a tangle until Visual Journal 6. I’m slow like that. Stay tuned for more confusion in my next installment.