I’ve always loved cutting and pasting. And I kept journals for a good part of my life.
It always surprises me when people ask where I get the things I use in my art and journals. In some ways I take it for granted that I have a special relationship with the gods of ephemera – beautiful, strange, wonderful things are always finding their way to me. I like to think it’s because they know I appreciate them, but I don’t discount my luck either.
There was a time in my life when I was providing care for my elderly parents as they were easing their ties to this life. In so many ways it was a blessed time, but it was also hard and sad and exhausting, physically and emotionally. My journaling took a different turn during those times. It was as though I didn’t even have the energy to write. But every night I would sit for at least a few minutes with a journal and paste things in – some little scrap here, a bit of a note there, things I had culled from my mail that day, random bits I found. I was chronicling my days in ephemera and the briefest of written fragments. But it was such a soothing practice and it kept me filled. And when I look back on those journals I see how perfect they were at capturing those days.
I kept a small basket at hand that I’d slip things in so they were at hand for later gluing that evening.
I don’t use that daily practice anymore, but I still gather ephemera in a basket. And I make sure to keep going through and use the things frequently so the basket is never in a state of overflowing – just abundant with inspiration.
Today’s journal page is filled with some of the flower-related things from the basket.
So tell me, are you a scrap collector? Are you tidy like a well-manicured garden or are you a field of wildflowers? If we peeked in your journal would we find flowers? Images or text? Do tell – you know I love to hear.