I have to say that if there's one thing I like doing the most in my journals (and the thing I think is really, truly, uniquely "me") it's drawing and painting little creatures and characters. In fact, every time one of these critters appears at the end of my brush, I think "I need to do this a lot more often!" It is deeply satisfying and these pages always shoot to the top of my favorites list. I have a sense that inside, I am filled to the brim with an entire cast of whimsical misfits, all just waiting to be turned loose onto a page or canvas.
So why don't I throw open the floodgates and let the cartoon horde populate my work more often? That, my dears, is a question I am constantly asking myself. It is almost as if I hesitate to give myself permission to really play, that I forget that art journaling can be anything I make of it and if party foxes and pink flamingos appear, well then, that is just simply meant to be. Let this be the lesson for today: shut out all the naysaying voices, the wretched inner critics, and the nagging doubts. Your art, whatever form it takes, needs only make you happy. Let go. Accept joy. Embrace whimsy. (Or the dark stuff if need be. It is all a part of life.) Celebrate artistic freedom. Time is limited so begin now! It is never too late.