What Makes Raw Art Journaling Different?
Some years ago, I was sitting in a cafe, enjoying a perfect iced tea.
The day was sunny and mild, and the setting beautiful. An interesting
gate in the wall across the street caught my attention. The gate was
ornate, the wall plain, the flowers around it lovely. A woman at a
table close to mine was doing a watercolor sketch in her journal.
Perfect! I grabbed my journal and began to sketch.
I'm not an illustrator. The gate I drew was crooked and looked odd. The
plants looked sad and weird. I was embarrassed and got up to leave. As
I walked past the watercolorist, I saw her lovely work and felt
ashamed. The day was no longer beautiful.
What went wrong was that I could not draw what I saw. Suppose you found a way to draw that brought you joy and satisfaction because the act of drawing itself was satisfying?