I dug into an old art journal. I really like some of the images in there.
I’m almost tempted to post a whole series of those pages.
But I’m not going to.
Because art making is hard enough as it is, and my art journal pages are the only safe spaces I’ve got for just playing and making a mess. Most of the pages are really bad. As in: ugly, horrible, hopelessly too revealing of my inner state of mind at the time, not fit for consumption.
But in the context of those pages, that’s 100% okay. In fact, that’s exactly what those pages are good for!