in the last year or so my visual journaling practice and my visual journal itself has changed. somewhere along the way it went from being a book of completed collages. each page a finished individual session. well it went from that to…to…i don’t know what.
gradually i stopped wanting or needing to write journal type entries. now it feels more like a place to work out ideas. maybe i want to draw some gemstones.
maybe i have a hankering to draw some chevron patterns.
maybe i want to make some maps or giant letters.
and maybe none of it has to be unified on one page like i needed it to be before.
i drift back and forth between my sketchbook and my visual journal. this is okay with me. i don’t mean to imply i am bothered by the change. i’m just noting it. musing about the flow of the creative river.
and where’s it’s taking me.
and now…maybe i’ll go draw some chicken pot pie. yeah. i think i’ll do that!