The Tipping Point: Upon the Cusp of Greatness (Art Journaling Greatness, That Is!)

Odin is pure happiness


Do you ever feel like you’re on the brink of something great?  Like you’re about to arrive at a destination that, in order to reach, has taken maybe years of hard work, perseverance, and dedication?  Sometimes on this journey, you didn’t even know you were heading in this direction, but now, upon the cusp of being there, you realize it was meant to be all along…  This is why you’re here.  This is your greatness.

You cant choose your inlaws


Sounds silly but I now know that I’m an art journaler.  It’s finally here.  I really think I’ve arrived.  And I love it.  I NOW KNOW HOW TO ART JOURNAL!!!



You see, I’ve been practicing this craft for a while; making grotesque mistakes, not giving up, finding my way…  I’ve been a victim of terribly sticky pages.  I’ve used far too much acrylic paint for any art journal to exist closed in a seasonally humid climate.  I’ve made stupid page layouts, combined awful colors, written dumb things…  It’s all a part of the journey, right?  It’s all a learning process, right?

Tree of life


Right!!!  I fell madly in love with this idea, this “art journaling” a while back, maybe even six or seven years ago.  I drooled over the books, the magazines, the blog posts on this new-age art subject… I had to try it.  I just had to. It became like my blessed virgin Mary, if you will.  Something always there, always powerful, always out of reach.  All knowing, all mighty, all perfect. Looking down upon me, maybe in pity, maybe in love.  Always trying to prove myself worthy in her perfect shadow…

Connies plight


Art journaling is really anything and everything.  It’s messy, it’s neat.  It’s beautiful, it’s ugly.  It’s dark, it’s light.  It’s planned and unplanned. On and on forever.  On my art journal journey, I’ve gained fantastic knowledge about what works and what doesn’t.  I’ve learned to really limit the acrylic paint, to embrace the humble black Gelato stick, and to really push the value difference on each and every page.  I love the imperfect, the messy, the illegible.  I love pink, and orange…

Buckle Up


Well, it’s finally here.  I’m worthy now.  I totally “get” it: I can do it… And I can only get better from here.  The heavens have parted, the light shines down on me.  I have arrived.

Jason and his telescope


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