A year ago, my dear & oh-so-inspired friend Heather gifted me with a beautiful Italian journal– beautiful in it’s homemade, construction paper feel. She challenged me to do something on a page everyday. An awesome, intimidating task, especially given that I’d be posting my pages on my blog for all to see!
And here it is, a year later, the book is almost complete, only missing one page: tomorrow.
I’m sad my journal is done. I loved my daily ritual like an addict loves her junk. I’d get up at ridiculous hours so I could catch up; I’d remove & replace pages while traveling, working on planes, in hotel rooms, at friends houses.
My work changed and grew with my obsession: I work faster now, with more layers, and I became less hesitant anout sharing. What I love about visual journaling is the sheer nakedness of the creator. I could do that; I learned to take it and go!
In two days, I’m sure I’ll be working on another journal. This one with pages that are unbound, possibly to show or (*gasp*) sell. Gulp. That’s a whole other level of vulnerability.
Thank you everyone for your incredible support and especially you, Miss Heather. For giving me the gift of time, growth, and trust. I’m a better artist –and person– for it. This one’s for you. (honky honky!) -e