I ALWAYS have a journal tucked away in my purse...always! It's a small thing with a nearly indesturctable cover, and it's provided HOURS of amusement. The problem? I want to ...need to...take my entire art room with me. We do not own an SUV; we travel here and there in our tiny Ford Focus. Honestly? I need a rolling studio!
So, I've been trying to pare down to some basics, figuring that I really shouldn't be relying on my "stuff," (Good life lesson here, no?), and also figuring that it would be good to stretch myself. Result? Other than my journal and a few pens, I only took the water barrel pens and some watercolors, along with one tiny, not stuffed to the gills, zip loc bag of ephemera. I scarfed the Mr. Baldy's pen from the hotel lobby.
Know what? I had a blast! An absolute, no holds barred blast. Sometimes, less really is more.
Now, water colors and I are not the best of friends. In fact, we're pretty much nodding acquaintences. Acrylics and I are far better suited. So, this really did stretch me. I decided...get ready, bad pun coming...to relax and go with the flow. I just painted, sometimes pushing the paint to its limits, and finding out quickly what didn't work.
I simply played with colors, not having any particular journaling entries in mind. What would be, would be. And, if I really hated it, I'd cover it up somehow, or at the very least glue the offending pages together. (Oh, yeah, I did have a gluestick sand scissors, but that's it. Honest!)
Here's what happened:
Sort of a Rousseau look, don't you think? I love the wild colors in this one. Lesson learned...it's VERY hard to get gorgeous bright colors with watercolors. The little crow image also came from the brochures in the hotel lobby, by the way. There really are some goodies to be found if you keep your eyes open. Another metaphor for life; we all need to keep our eyes open and pay attention. Far too mcuh goes right by us.
Have to admit, these images came from my zip loc bag. I love the richness of the Jesus image here. He exudes warmth and I'm finding myself more and more drawn to these iconic images.
I'd done the background for this one shortly before we left and journal the day's memories on the way home.
I don't know that I'll always be able to limit myself to so few supplies, especially when I head out to Art & Soul. I don't know that I'll ever "love" watercolors, but I think that we can at least be on friendly terms. I do know that I'll always journal; that's a given.