I love the idea of keeping a journal. Really I do. I scribble a diary - mainly just to record what we are doing, where we have been and stuff we're currently into. I admire gorgeous journal pages.. such as those in 1000 artist journal pages by Dawn DeVries Sokol. Wonderful to peer into so many pages of others..
Or, Keri Smith's 'Wreck this Journal' which was a truly wonderful gift from a friend. But. (yes there always is one). I seem to have a problem with the word WRECK. they SAY 'wreck' but what if i really do? Like stuff it up? So at the moment it stays empty. I must be brave enough to take it to Japan. YES! that's what i'll do. Anyway - my point was i find myself doing this instead:
Going through my magazines and randomly ripping and cutting out images. It's a great way to reclaim your bookshelf/benchtop/beside the bed.
At the end it's amazing what happens when you 'sort' them. The things that seem to occur, naturally.
THEN, taa daa! So what do you have? I dunno. I just like them. Sometimes i cans use the colour combinations in an artwork or in felting. Sometimes i just like to look at the combinations and textures. Sometimes i just like the idea of distilling my magazine pile to some neat pages. Do you like to cut and paste?