Sometimes Only Paper Will Listen
I hope that someday when I am gone, someone, somewhere, picks my soul up off these pages and thinks, “I would have loved her”
Drawing, painting, sewing, writing- all those elements have been a constant in my lifetime. Recently, I’ve been sharing with the world more and more of what the inside of my journal(s) hold, and while I would love to reveal the breathings of every single page, there are secrets in them that I will keep until my death, feelings that haven’t been satisfied, stories that haven’t received a deserving ending. The full contents of my journal(s) are reserved to me and my bedroom exclusively, aka my #1 work space. I make exceptions from time to time and like to share some of the most light hearted pages, follow my Instagram (@morganliska) for more.
I typically write about what my heart is telling me, I listen long and hard to whatever idea, concept, or word, comes to my mind when I sit down with my journal each night. Somedays I have the clearest vision of what I want to document, but I’ll be honest, a lot of days, there's nothing much more than a simply memory or thought to share.
When I do find myself lost in translation between my thoughts and the paper, I print out photos and start there. Once I’ve located the spot in my brain where I can transfer back to what I was living through in that second, I run with the perspective, and explore it from all different angles until I’ve interpreted it suitably.
The One Rule:
Document the first page of every journal you occupy with the date you started it, (this also applies to the day you finish the last page in your journal).
I personally like to keep my all my journals blank on the outside; I’ve definitely pondered the possibility of bringing the theme of each one to the front, but have chosen not to for pure sake of consistency. And shall the day ever come I where I’m most likely far gone from this life and pursuing my next one, I want whoever picks them up, to not judge them by their covers, each one has equal opportunity to make you think in different ways.
I started journaling consistently and keeping stock of them this past January. I was just broken up with and had way too much time on my hands to be dedicating all my thoughts to someone who decided I wasn’t good enough for them. At night, I would lay in my bed and just ache, again, thinking way too much, I would always reach for a piece of paper to document these thoughts and lines going through my mind in hopes that once they reached paper I would never come across them again. 7 days later, I started my first journal and decided to turn my heartbreak into art. I owe my ability to move on from a devastating event to my journal, it was there for me, and I will be eternally grateful of that.