I'm doing some big journaling and it feels so good. It feels right. Filled with blobs and shapes and muddy red-purples, and of course I gotta splice some journal pages into others and wrestle with my nemesis, a glue stick. But it's so worth it to make chaotic arrangement and fill up notebooks with colourful miscellany and dogs with wry smiles.
I feel so free right now, gotta make all those shapes and puddles and lumps. What I always miss about journaling when I haven't done it in a while is the cohesive feeling I get from working in a book. everything fits together. It's nice to go from disconnected drawings (which have their own pleasures) to something that can be experimental and have a relationship across pages.
Also: muscle dog.
Please celebrate muscle dog. Thank you.
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