but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep…
This quote by Robert Frost was the last item I added to this art journal page. Which, funily enough, started out with me wanting to make a tree. From this lonesome tree on a page, a whole proces started, I love that about art journalling.
Before I started art journalling, when I wanted to make a painting, I needed a subject. Usually an example, a picture, something or other that I then would translate to the canvas. Now I can just come to the table, with either a thought, an idea or nothing at all and still express myself.
As I said, this page came about with me painting a tree. I painted the background black with acrylic paint and freehanded the tree with, fairly thick, brown acrylic paint. I overheated the tree, because, well, you gotta have bubbles.
I left the bottom right corner free, because I had found a stamp set with which I could make date stamps and had stamped the date on there, so I kept that.
And then I got stuck, so I went on to do something else. I bumped into a blogpost about art journal prompts, where this lovely lady (can’t find it anymore, but I will search for it and post it later) had a box, full of prompts, to draw from when she was stuck. I printed all her prompts as I thought they might come in handy some day. Cut them all out and was left with this funny piece of paper. Looking at this paper I saw towering buildings in it and used it as a stencil on another page. Where I sprayed it with some black and blue paint and glimmer mist.
Only then it occured to me, I could, maybe, use the paper on my page with the tree and this triggered me to think about the prompt over at Art Journal Journey: “Landscape Within Me”.
So I tore some pieces from it and pasted them down and it did look like a landscape, be it an odd one. I coloured it in with soft pastels. Added some odd bits and pieces I felt related to me. Some bits from a tiny clock I ripped apart. Some broken print plate. A clock face ripped in half, playing cards, stained and tainted. A butterfly, tiny amongst the towering buildings. A drawing of the internal organs, with a broken print plate for a heart. A tiny birdy in the old and gnarly tree and several more things I found.
Added some shading and then got completely stuck again.
I did have the word “broken” bouncing about in my mind. To get rid of that, I googled some quotes for broken. Found something about broken promises and wanted to explore promises a bit more. Googled quotes for that and found the perfect quote.
I fell for the words “The woods are lovely, dark and deep” and the rest also fell perfectly into place. “I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep.”