When I was young… one of the things I loved doing was creating books! They were kinda… different… my books. They could never really be pigeon-holed into a single genre.
Sometimes – I’d write “How-to” books. Sometimes, I’d write poems… people-watching guides… stories… comics…
There really wasn’t much about my books (or the things I liked to write about or ponder on) that was, in any way, consistent. I had countless ideas about what kind of books I wanted to create… a deep well of ideas I wanted to explore.
There were possibly only two (make that three) consistent things about my books:
- They all contained art, illustrations, diagrams, photos… let’s just call it “visuals”.
- They were all kinda messy, dog-eared, very raw… very organic creations (mostly because I just never had the patience to create nice, neat, measured little books – there were just too many ideas to explore to waste time fiddling with ruled lines and neat colouring).
- I was consistent in my inconsistency. I wanted to experiment with many styles… many topics… many genres. The idea of sticking to “one” thing was just… a very boring and off-putting idea.
Suffice to say… not much has changed.
I still like creating books… all kinds of books, mind. I’m interested in the whole lot. Art journals, zines, illustrated poems, “serious” books, travel journal books, creative-fodder-collections… (the ideas are endless).
On this page are some of my (many) art journals. I’ve written a number of blog posts about the process of art journalling and how it has been such a powerful “change tool” for me. In a nutshell – my art-journals are my ME-Space… a place where I can process, ponder, purge and play – without worrying about what others-might-say or what others-might-think of me.
My art journals were never ‘for’ others… they were always for me. I share them now simply as way to demonstrate what that process of “having a visual conversation with yourself” looks like.
Here’s a few blog posts I’ve written on the topic: