I love to draw on scraps of paper.
As a bookbinder I have a ton of paper scraps leftover after any binding session. There are trimmings of course, but typically because of the way I want my handbound books sized, I fold and tear away bits from the main paper sheets before I start making the final page folds. This means I end up with a lot of 5 x 7 inch (or a little smaller or larger) scraps.
Of course any scrap that’s landscape shaped I pass along to a landscape painter friend. Everything else hangs out in the flat file. I pull some out when I need them.
Before packing up the flat file for relocation I pulled out a bunch of scraps to use during the transition. I never dreamed the transition would take this long. But I’m not even close to running out of scraps. Today’s piece is one of those scraps.
Of course when I finish drawing on a scrap I tend to put them in my journal like on this day.
The idea of the journal as scrapbook might horrify some folks, but I love combining bits to document my days.
It reminds me of my college days when I used to subscribe to the “Village Voice.”
I would read bits of the paper to my roommate as she sat on the top bunk.
We would laugh about my cynicism and how I was going to turn “that” into a murder mystery.
When the reading session was over I’d have a desktop of scraps I would tape into my journal. I’d stay up late making all sorts of notes in the margins. When I finally slipped quietly into the lower bunk, visions of mayhem dancing in my brain, I felt quite productive. (Mark Twain kept a scrapbook—even held a patent on a gummed page assemblage!)
I found those swollen journals in the downsizing (and saved them of course). They are so bloated their spines broke from stillness on a shelf. The tape has yellowed and in most cases lost its adhesive qualities. You open the book at the peril of the internal organization. But I chanced a few—my roommate has died, it’s a good way to remember the bright days of possibility.
So I keep putting scraps in my journals, because they matter to me.
Let your journal be something that lives and works for you.