Scribbling away

Every day begins with a warm up, usually an entry in my art journal.  It's an easy way for me to get over the perfection/judgment thoughts because in my journal I view my mistakes in a new way.

A mistake can be a challenge - can I learn from it? save it?  A mistake can be a test of my ego, in other words, am I able to accept that it truly is a mess? that it is not "fixable" and I am okay to move on.  If not, well that's just the ego at work. Oy.

Recent scribbles -

A rufous rat-kangaroo (long hind legs for hopping about):

Platinum carbon ink sketch

Remy inspired this MOOdle.  He snoozes in my studio, a lot.  Suddenly he will wake up, find a toy and come over and sit next to me.  He looks at me until I look at him.  He has that doggie smile and a waggy tail.  How could I not respond  :-)

Ink, Copic markers

And a bit of word art:

Some days...

Blot recovery

My art journal is a place where "there-is-no-such-thing-as-a-mistake"... in theory.  I still cringe when the unexpected happens.  By that I mean a drag mark of ink or paint from my sleeve because I always seem to get my cuff or elbow into paint or glue, even coffee!

In this instance it was wayward ink.  I had just cleaned my fountain pen and had installed a new ink cartridge.  Since the nib and feed were completely dry I was shaking the pen to encourage ink flow.  But I was doing this over my journal and, wow, a big, blue blob of ink magically appeared.  Oy.

My recovery was this:

"Ink Blot Birds"

I am adhering to the art journaling precept of "there is no-such-thing..."  :-)