...if i see one more supposed art journal that is based on an anthropologie catalogue, i'm going to throw up. there's no originality in that. get a life, people. art jounals should contain ART, not just some crappy pictures someone pasted out of a magazine and around which they whined about their pathetic, fat, nothing happening life in stamped letters. arrgh! i'm sick of the sap. i'm sick of the nostalgia. i'm sick of the sentimentality. free me from the sentimentality!!! and free me from the perfect little square corners.
i love pretty papers. i love quotes. i love expressing myself. i love creativity. i love chipboard letters. i love those paper clip thingies and brads. i love alphabets. i love bling and bits of ribbon. rub-ons are cool. and i've been journaling for years in beautiful books. but does it have to result in utter sap? where is the authenticity? where is the rawness? where is the art? where is the inspiration? these people think they're artists. they're not. they're housewives with no lives!!! i SOOOooo don't want to be THAT!
ok, in all fairness (to myself if no one else), i'm pretty sure i'm not that. i mean, it's totally clear that i have a life....and quite a lot of yarn. and scrapbooking supplies. but no sentimental nostalgic sap here. leave it at the door, baby.
the internet may be killing me....