A visual journal to me is a compilation of my ideas, outcome of inspirations and observations. It can be a record of my creative progress for different assignments which can influence each and other. It can also be a room for conversation with myself, in terms of discovering what the heck I am thinking. There are a few challenges for my visual journal. One, whether or not I can keep up the habit. Two, I will possibly be limited by my own definition of image creating. Three, the uncertainty I have on the direction of my recording style. — Me in NTU Blackboard.
.It’s been a long journey from scratch till the presentation. In the beginning, I intend to let my hand do all the work, which is imagine myself into that certain emotions and let the pen creates the pattern instinctively.
Anxious. Impatiently drawn with no consistency, including the straight lines.
Bizarre. Trying to be as random as possible, but with regulations.
Embarrassed. The line is drawn by a shy person. Constantly covers the line he drew.
Fragile. Visualized with cracks, thin lines, glass panels, splitting string, muscle tissue, heartbeat, and loose sand.
Exhausted. Visualizing the perception of exhaustion.
Turbulent. My first thought was the flowing elements like liquids and air movement. But it could be projected as insecurity.
Nonsensical. Do not make sense, do not need to. So I went without any rules.
Psychotic. Can be portrayed by the results of splatting or the gooey feeling that needs to be released. OR, just use the words of sound made by a psychotic man who ran wild.
Ambiguous. Supposedly drawn to avoid comprehension and conclusion of the shape. Like where do they face? what are they?
Distracted. Intended to let the viewers to get distracted by something.
Sensual. This one went on by instant flow of the pen.
Sloven. Nothing is regulated by any sort. I attempted to produce something messy.
Spontaneous. Inspired by fireworks, cell division, smoke and jumping dots.
Aggressive. My pen was highly abused at this point. “I do give a shit” is the phrase I always shout in mind when I’m (and by the time WAS) angry.
Indecisive. The regulations of the line keep on changing. They just can’t make up their minds.
All the premature lines are made in the moment, so their starting point are just as naive as I was. And so the end result of the first inked draft was presented with different intention.
Our instructor, Ms. Joy found subtleties in some of the lines, especially those which ended up in the final work. She encouraged me to work on the new discovered strength of mine in the project. Therefore, a new orientation has appeared.
[To be continued]