Striving for Love: Jump, don't jump

I've had a chaotic week. I've lost all the photographs from my phone.

I've missed having creative time.

I've dedicated my afternoon to art journaling, aka 'getting messy'.

Some pages are finished, some aren't. Friday is a good day to get creative isn't it?

Getting Messy Art Journal Pages

There's a lot of mess on the floor. I'm owning it. It inspires me.

Getting Messy Art Journal PagesThings that I love? That's easy:

Tea, teapots, pretty soap, Geisha-faces (read what I wrote about my love for Japan), fashion, stripes, the colour red (though I'm not saying it's my favourite colour or anything), flowers, stamping (with wooden stamps and ink as well as with feet. Sometimes.)

And I'm always 'Striving for Love'. Love for life, self-love, romantic love.

Getting Messy Art Journal PagesThis is the second 'Striving for Love' page and I continued the theme with a girl in red, heart-centred jammy dodgers and the words, my hand-written words.

'Jump, don't jump' came into my head when I found this image, and I like the idea of there being a gap, a ravine, a chasm to finding love, to finding yourself, to getting what you want, and there's a decision to be made as to whether to cross that gap, ravine or crevice, or not. Jump, don't jump.

Because... striving for love.

Something I love: yakking on the phoneSay it! Say it! Say it!

That's the thing. I just can't stop saying it. Everything. I love talking, chatting, communicating, yakking on the phone. About anything. About everything.

Talking is my poison.

Communication is king.

(hysterical laughter) - imitating the additional subtitles you can activate sometimes on films that strive to communicate every nuance of sound, every rush of traffic noise, every laugh, every cough (inserts random background chatter).

I LOVE vintage telephones. My phones at home are actually very modern. One is a crystal encrusted skull, the other is a red stiletto.

Unfinished art journal page: green, floral, woolOne last page. This one is a mash-up of themes and ideas, and it's not especially seasonal with the knitted jumper, but I like it.

I think my message here is about constructing outfits like we construct our life.

"This outfit is tried and tested. It's OK. It's 'safe to use'. PASSED."

And I like the bright shade of green that matches perfectly between the jumper and the stickers.

The florals on the dark background remind me of period dramas and burgeoning gardens and sitting on the grass with a picnic (or maybe the biscuit tin). Random pages, random associations. Or flowers posed (poised?) in a vase for a still-life art class.

Maybe I'll journal these words onto the pages? They're transient, a bit like life, because the wool won't let itself be glued down in one place (but then, neither will I).

Art journaling frees my creativity and expands my mind. Or maybe it frees my mind and expands my creativity?

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Addicted to Lists: Week 1 & 2

Lists are a big part of my life. Words equally so. But lists are always so provocatively there: calling, shouting and screaming for attention. To-do lists. Shopping lists. Bucket Lists.

When I heard the latest Get Messy season was all about LISTS, I was excited at the idea of making fun lists, creative lists, arty lists and listing as an insight into my life right now.

I knew straight away I would use this spotty-covered notebook with its creamy pages of handmade paper.

Season of Lists: Get Messy Week 1&2I bought it circa ten years ago and was too 'scared' to use it in case I 'messed' it up.

But that's the whole point of Get Messy art journaling. And what if I never got around to using it? What if no projects were ever special enough for these handmade pages?

'You need to make a mess to create art' - that was my first crucial lesson.

One of my favourite Get-Messy-mantras is 'use that special paper/book/washi tape/art set/insert-name-of-any-precious-thing-being-saved-for-a-rainy-day - THIS is the special project. YES!

My lists so far:

Season of Lists: Get Messy Week 1&2It was strange to write down a few things I am good/best at, and this page isn't so journal-y, it's literally just a list. A literal list.

But I also loved the simplicity of it with the striped washi tape, something which I think the beautiful paper of this notebook inspired.

Meanwhile, mysteries to me are definitely things that I have no real experience of such as 'under the sea' and 'SPACE' and 'death'.

But they also include the beautiful mysteries of the natural world:

The short life of a butterfly, the solitary life of a shark and the disappearance of bees. The Inca Trail is a mysterious place I'd love to visit one day.

I added 'the mind of a man' because, well, they are from Mars.

These pages turned out lively and colourful and I love that the butterfly crossed the page...

Season of Lists: Get Messy Week 1&2My second spread is all black and white.

I love the black 'mountains' of ripped paper and the ideas that flowed through my head when I thought of those colours.

BLACK is witches, voodoo, spiders, hackers and space (and magic). WHITE is purity and minimalism, doves, daisies, pearls, milk, paper, Tippex, swans and snow.

The white flower came about through ripped up notepad pages that I chose to tell a little story on, their petals scattering away like those ripped out for a game of 'he loves me, he loves me not.' Ah, I remember playing that!

I surprised myself with the way these pages are so devoid of colour compared to the previous pages.

Season of Lists: Get Messy Week 1&2I didn't have time to do much more, but for a very simple (unfinished?) page, I used my non-dominant hand to write down some 'lessons' I've learnt over the years. These came quite spontaneously despite the writing feeling very strange as my left hand clutched the pencil.

My plan was also to write a few notes in the front of my notebook, like a secret list to myself, maybe a little quote on my typewriter, but the ribbon got all caught up and it needs a little TLC...

Season of Lists: Get Messy Week 1&2This first page remains satisfyingly empty, to be messed up at random (and I love the possibilities of that, as well as the markings of the paper).

I'll add it to my to-do list...