Monday, 13 January 2014

Wreck This Journal - Part 1

I'm a diarist, a notebook filler who always colours in the lines. I plan everything, spontaneity has never been my strong point - period. Though I believe rules are very bendy, pliable things in the right situation, you'll usually find me following them to an unfortunate T. That's just how it happens.

Then, this happened.



After much social media stalking of others completed books I started to get this strange tingling in my toes, an itching if you like, to do something with reckless abandon. I'm the kind of girl who never cracks the spine and will feel guilty for days if I tear a page in a book, hell I don't even bend the corners to keep my place unless I have absolutely nothing to use as a bookmark - yes, I once used a sock, I was that desperate!

Warning: During the process of this book you will get dirty. You may find yourself covered in paint, or any other number of foreign substances. You will get wet. You may be asked to do things you question. You may grieve for the perfect state that you found the book in. You may begin to see creative destruction everywhere. You may begin to live more recklessly. 

A book that comes with a warning. A book that encourages creative destruction? My inner perfectionist cringes, hides behind a well fluffed cushion in fear of what could possible happen next.

This is what happened...









OK. It's not exactly a dogs dinner, it's kind of neat and pretty and pink - but I resisted the urge to draw in lines to write on and I didn't plan any of it. I sat down for about 30minutes, puled out some supplies and just went for it. Whatever my first response was to the page, I just went with it, no plans, no tentative pencil drawings (except for the poor attempt at scribing my name in foreign languages) - I picked up the first colour that caught my eye, put it to the page and just let my hands have at it.

And the best part? These pages don't even feel complete. I don't want to tick them off a to-do list *shock shock horror horror*. I want to come back to them, add to them, there's plenty of blank space there just itching to be played with.

This book is designed to give you freedom. Creative freedom, freedom from reality, from rules, from the social norm. Freedom to do what you want to do, freedom to express, freedom to explore.

I've no idea how long this book will take to complete, where it will go, what it will accomplish, but I'm pretty excited to see what happens next.

Have you wrecked this journal?

Until next time,


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