This is my most recent journal spread. Most of those I have been posting have been done over the last two years. My journal was my therapy in very important ways when going through really rough times, and it's reflected in some of the pages. I don't mind people reading them because I have this philosophy about art journaling as a way to share truths... humans experience pain, and it's silly to always only show the happy. I think we understand each other better and are in a better place to help each other down the path when we share our truths. Of course, balance is helpful. But I'll never go out of my way to save journaling for happy days. That seems dishonest to me. So I guess I have journal bias; I think that art journaling is the most beautiful when the truth is evident, whether it's happy truth or sad truth. I
commented recently to another blogger about how beautiful I found her recent art journal work. I think she was suprised, in that the work was full of her hurt and pain, and she wanted to make sure I know that. I wanted her to know that I celebrated in her beautiful human truth. It takes the good and bad to make us who we are.
All that said, my most recent pages are a little brighter, a little lighter. What a relief to have these happy truths to share.