Another week, another art journal page. It amazes me how slowly these things take to make. Don't read me wrong, I love making them. It's just that I have the perception that it will only take an hour, two tops, to make a page like this. In reality it takes around 5 or 6. Maybe practice and experience will speed up the process. Or maybe it's supposed to be slow. Maybe the point of it, the joy of it, is in the effort and time required to put into it.
And do I like the final page? No. Not yet. It's not perfect. It's anything but perfect. It's riddled in imperfections. The lines are not strong, confident ones. They look irregular, wobbly, diffident. Maybe in a day, week, month or year, I look at this page and love it. Just not right now. It's time to draw a line under it and move onto the next one. And yes I'll probably enjoy putting it together and still feel unhappy with the results.
Believe me, the day I'm content with a page, I'll shout it out loud and proud :D :D :D