This were my most hated journal pages. The ones that I wanted to cut out. (In the five years I have been art journaling, I am happy to say I have never cut out a single art journal page.) These are the pages that I would rush by when flipping through my journal. What was I ever going to do with them?
The left page was intriguing so I drew into the splot of paint. I saw a bird woman. I wiped out the right page with black gesso. I felt stuck.
I gessoed over the right page.
I knew what I 'should' do. I felt I should complete the left page as some kind of drawing. But I just didn't want to. It didn't inspire me.
I left the pages for 6 weeks or more before I played with them again.
I brought in pieces of photocopies of my wonderful students' pages. And of the Fool card in the Tarot. A photo of me as a toddler. I wasn't thinking out any of this - maybe I was attracted to images and writing because of colour, I don't know.
I used my new ZIG opaque writer fine tip pen (white) for the fool's sun and mountain peaks. It really blocks stuff out.
Finally the writing. The question is mine. The answer, I don't know where it comes from.