Today being inspiration thursday, I started to think about my own personal frustrations with craft books and such. When it comes to art journaling, there really is SO much out there, you almost do not know where to begin looking.
For me, I am more of a step by step kinda person. I love a book that starts at the begining. I don’t want to make the journal page layout you made, I want to learn how to create my own; just like I create my OWN knit/crochet designs, and my OWN jewelry designs. It’s more fun that way. Show me the technique, I say.
Also, a lot of times I find that there are art journaling websites and such things, but to me, they can be intimidating for a “regular joe”. At least for me, anyway. I really prefer to have a sort of step by step type of thing, where you “start with a pencil and paper”. You know?
Anyway, I figured I would help you all out, who are curious about art journaling, but in reality have no friggin idea where to start. And buying a book sounds dandy, but maybe you want to figure out the process, before you figure out layouts, and finishings, and things like that. Right? Start at the begining?
Okay. Your wish is my command.
This of course, is week 1. I have no idea how long this will last, it is perhaps, a journey for you and me both. So we’ll see how far it takes us, okay?
This week, I’d like to start at the very begining with handwriting. One important thing about art journaling is the aspect of handwriting.
I highly recommend that you start practicing your handwriting. I do. Handwriting is, I think, the first step in art journaling. You may feel free to practice on your own, or you may choose to purchase a book. I have a friend who actually took a class, but a book is cheaper and you can teach yourself.
The best book to buy on this particular subject, is “The Scrapbooker’s Handwriting Workshop” by Crystal Jefferey Reiger. It’s great! It has the fonts, then shows you how to make the letter, and then has a lined and ruled page for each font, to help you practice. You could also buy yourself a writing tablet, such as the one purchased for your little ones, when they begin to learn to write. But I actually just used white printer paper.
So, the assignment for today, is: practice your handwriting.
It’ll come in handy when incorporating text with images in your art journal.
Here’s what I created:
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I chose the prompt, “Where I live”, which is to describe my dwelling. This says, “I live in a city where mad men roam and wander free”. It’s true. I do.
And Frida is there, because at one point in her life she was dwelling in NYC, and did not like it. So her thought bubble is saying, “I’m sick of it!” in spanish. But I mispelled the first word. Doesn’t matter.
The city there, is a rubber stamp by Hero Arts. You see? Those rubber stamps come in handy, don’t they?
Anyway, here’s what you should do: practice your handwriting. Also, your prompt this week is to describe where you live.
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Meanwhile, on another note, I have to say that the manners these days and the consideration for others is really plummeting to an inexistence. I say this, because the other day, I was on the bus. I think I was on my way to take my daughter to the dentist. Anyway, I am you know….almost 8 months pregnant. And I get tired easily. You know? Anyway, not one person got up to give me a seat.
Before I go on, I should mention that New York City buses have an unwritten rule: the front seats are for the elderly, or disabled, pregnant, etc. type of persons. Sometimes people who are not so much eldery or disabled or anything will sit there, but they are supposed to get up. Some seats are actually marked, as being for these type of people. Anyway, there was a lady sitting there, talking NON STOP on her cell phone. NON STOP! She didn’t get up. But what struck me is the talking. Wow. I mean, I talk a lot, sure. But I do not understand, I mean, one has to come up for air, right? Finally a woman got up, because it was her stop next. I let Dakota sit there, because well…kiddos get tired you know? But then, mommy got tired. So I sat down there, in what was her seat, and let her sit on my almost non existent lap. Then, the talking lady left. But her seat was NOT right next to me. There was an old man who would have had to move over. I did NOT want to bother because generally speaking, the eldery are a cranky bunch in my neck of the woods.
The man sitting next to us, decided he would wake the old man up, and ask him to move over for me, so I can have space to sit next to my kid. WOW, man. This is where the story gets….funny, I suppose. This old man went on a rampage about how those seats are only for the elderly, and I shouldn’t be sitting there, and exersize is good for pregnant women. Oh man, he was such a miserable old man, the russian guy who asked him to move started to get pissed off! And then, to make it more interesting, the OLD MAN, yes the old man, told him, “what, you want to make something of it?”. He, an obviously week, and skinny old man, with his meds in hand, is saying this to a 6,5″ tall big russian dude, who looks like he works out a little too often. I mean, that alone was classic. The russian guy took his sunglasses off, and the cranky old man knew he meant business. Finally, I had a seat on the bus. What madness! Crazy old man.