I was quite smitten by Kathy Barbro’s site Art Projects for Kids. After writing the previous post, I went back to her site hunting for a project I could do with my kids.
Well, that’s what I told myself.
After about 30 minutes I came to the realization that I wasn’t there for my kids. I was there for myself.
I wanted to make a tissue paper collage.
I wanted to play with paints.
I wanted to make a Gustav Klimt drawing.
Most of all, more than anything else, I realized that what I really wanted to do was start an art journal.
You see, I love art. I love looking at art. I love thinking about art. The problem is, I’m no artist.
As you will soon see.
I like to play in that arena sometimes though. I’ve dabbled in it here and there before. I have a teeny collection of mandalas I’ve drawn over the past, oh, six years or so.
And, yeah, that’s about it.
But you see, there’s this tantalizing website. And I just happen to have a very cool, spiral-bound journal my mother gave me a couple years ago. I do like to journal but I’ve yet to write in it because the pages are unlined. It’s been sitting in my night table drawer, waiting for me to decide what to do with it.
Don’t you think those blank pages are just begging for an art project or two?
I thought so too.