Snippets of an Old Journal

I was looking through an old journal today (from '23/'24), and I liked how I used different parts of it for different things. There was a stretch of pages devoted to keeping a travel diary (documenting my first trip to Japan), and then a few pages of pencil drawings of hands. I liked that it really felt like a sketchbook, that I had little care for the continuity of the entire book.

That often happens just because I take so long to finish one journal that there ends up being a progression into obvious shifts in focus, and I really like that disjointed feel. What I don't like is the way the pencil comes off on my hands (and on other pages) when I look through a journal filled with pencil drawings, but such is the nature of the devious pencil.

With no further ado, I present to you: some of my favourite spreads from this much-loved journal. A thing of beauty, sure, but more importantly, a thing of life.