Keeping an art journal

Or art is not always pretty...

A lot of the artists with I am acquainted online keep art journals... They are beautiful pieces of art in and of themselves. They appear to be well though out and executed. I have kept written journals for years and only recently began adding images, either scribbled or pasted in.

Wednesday night I was in a foul mood. A dangerous mood. A mood where I felt not only capable of but desirous of destruction. If I had left my house, or even my art table, I was certain I would tear my world apart. Getting older has taught me to control those impulses, not to act on them, to work them out in a constructive way. Breaking things never really helps I've found.

I took an old book that I would never read; I bought it for the interesting paper cover, grabbed glue, paint and oil pastels and began to write and scribble and vent.
It was both exhilarating and frightening to express so freely what was on my mind. These are feelings I rarely experience and even more rarely share. Or even acknowledge to myself.

I blasted music and let it all out.