The "kitchen sink" journal experiment (more formally titled Unexpected Convergences) is ongoing and today's post reveals three more pages. It just so happens that all these pages feature some sort of altered classic painting; that really isn't a "theme" of the journal and in fact, as I progress and loosen up, my pages contain more of my own drawings, paintings and personally-created collage material like photocopies of old journal pages and photographs I took myself.
I am also realizing that most of my journal pages in this book contain very little writing. Ever create an image and then think to yourself "It needs some words or writing on it to feel complete"? I do that all the time and I think it is just force of habit rather than reality. If the journaling process yields a meaningful image that can act as a symbol for an event, emotion, or thought then sometimes words are just redundant. I don't have to spell everything out because really, who am I spelling it out for?
In addition, the image doesn't have to represent anything. Perhaps the process itself is meaningful or symbolic. When my hands are hurting especially bad, just working on a journal page represents an obstacle overcome. Sometimes I use my journals to practice images I'll use later on canvas for a show. Sometimes I'm trying a new technique or product. (I usually separate this stuff out into journals reserved for that purpose so part of the "kitchen sink" test is that I include the experimentations alongside or within other work.)
I think the whole point of this journal is to recognize and subsequently let go of self-imposed rules. Rules have a place and purpose but for wild abandon creativity, rules just get in the way.