Well, I am seriously loving my new journaling practice.
I have been scribbling, flood filling and shading like there is no tomorrow. I am allowing my subconscious to direct the narrative and letting my instinct decide which shards to borrow from my mind’s eye.
This week’s post picks up where we left off in Baltimore, now on a late night drive home to Brooklyn.
The coolest part of keeping this auto-bio-graphic journal has been the feeling of a neck and neck race between art and life. I find myself looking at life like a composition, then noticing its doodle like quality. More than that- this week I have literally drawn my children to sleep, and willed some cosmos seedlings into existence.
“Life imitates art, far more than art imitates life” -Oscar Wilde
Not only am I using the auto-bio-graphic to chronicle the day to day experiences and events, but I am finding it super helpful as a container for creative ideas, visions, queries and general states of being. Basically, it is helping me to work stuff out. The composite nature of the comic form combined with the truism that a picture tells a thousand words, makes the graphic novel awesome for journaling.
I am free to express the multitudinous facets of being. I am an artist. I am a mother, a poet, a writer, a wife, a friend, a pasta cooker, a clown, a fb addict, a reluctant dishwasher, an angst ridden depressive, an empathizer, a daughter, a sister, a designer, a witch, a sculptor, a dreamer, a spaz.
I am an observer. I am a creator, who feels life deeply. I am seeing this through the mirror of the auto-bio-graphic.
To be continued….
MAUS by Art Spiegleman, A story of a Jewish survivor of Hitler’s Europe and his son, a cartoonist who tries to come to terms with his father’s story and history itself.