I always thought I wasn't really a journal kind of girl.
When I look over images online they all seem to be crisp and clean.
Picture perfect really.
I couldn’t keep a journal like that!
Turned out I was wrong.
Well part of it anyway, I though “What if? “
What if I could do it my own way?
I rescued an old book, which someone tried to set on fire, and started making art on these old yellowed pages and voila, my unconventional journal was born.
Something clicked, just there and then.
I don’t do it everyday and it isn’t perfect and that is ok.
It didn’t take long before I realized I started doing this before my art carreer even began.
Isn’t making art all about the journey, exploring your inner world in your own form of art?
