I think I've always had a notebook fetish. When I was little, my mom
would take me to the grocery store with her, and I'd spend the whole
time in the school supply aisle, playing with the pads of paper. I'd
look at all of them, touch them, and then, if any were out of place,
I'd put them back where they belonged. I'd use my allowance to buy new
and interesting notebooks, even if I had no idea what I'd put in them.
When I was in middle school, I started keeping a written journal.
Nothing fancy, just thoughts scribbled with ballpoint pen in an old
exercise book. Then, in college, we were required to keep sketchbooks
for each of our studio classes. I never really got the hang of using a
sketchbook as a tool, though. I either wrote too much in it, or relied
too heavily on pasting bits of paper into it. I did very little actual
sketching.
I've continued to keep my written journal, but after school, my
sketchbooks and art journals fell by the wayside. It wasn't until a few
years ago that I picked them back up again. When I did, it was in the
form of altered books and gluebooks. From there, I progressed to
collage journals, and have lately come full circle, in that I've been
using my journals as sketchbooks.
Painting will always be my first and most important love, but by
allowing myself to become distracted by other things, like collage and
bookbinding, I've discovered that one feeds the other. Collage spills
into my paintings, and paintings into my journals. It's all
interconnected, so I no longer feel like one steals time or energy from
the other.
I usually bind my own books. It's quick and easy (a basic book takes me
about an hour) and allows me to have complete control over the
materials and size. I prefer 140lb watercolor paper, but I've also made
books out of recycled materials, like paper grocery bags. The smallest
book I've made was 3/4 x 7/8 inches; my current journal is 6 x 9 1/2
inches. I've worked in just about every size in between, but rarely
work larger. My books are sturdy and stand up well to being carried
around in my bag for months at a time.
Each journal is an excuse to play, to try something different. Some are
full of collage work, and some are full of doodles (why not?). My
current journal is an exploration of pears. I started it with the
intention of doing a sketch or two, in preparation for a larger
painting, but the project took on a life of its own. Instead of
becoming bored with it, I've found that every sketch I do gives me five
new ideas for things I want to try. It's a bit like the Hydra.
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