This post is in response to Debi Jone's post (Therefore, I Blog).,P. I am convinced that I fall in the category (if one must be categorized) in the lame and pitiful visual journalers. The ones I've done under 'adult supervision' with Juliana Coles were ok. But, left to my own devices, it just doesn't happen for me. Sketchbooks fall to the same fate. Pitiful, pitiful, pitiful.
But, hope springs eternal and I always try to do them. I have endless blank journals that have been started. None are finished; they pretty much can be described as 'just started'.
I think I can only produce them within the context of a class or workshop. It's as though I need to feed off of other people's energy in order to get into the 'zone'. But, to produce them on my own...too many things get in the way.
This was last year's statement on my effort. I received a blank journal (can you hear the hyperventilation coming from me?). Frida was cut out from the birthday card stash. I sloppily painted the book cover (it was intended as an underpainting) and glued Frida down. And made my proclamation.
Much as I would love to be in the company of so many that tout stacks of fabulous visual journals, I would have to say, no, not me.