Paper is defined as: a material manufactured in thin sheets from the pulp of wood or other fibrous substances, used for writing, drawing, or printing on, or as wrapping material. To some, that’s all it is; a means to an end, whether the end is wrapping a gift or jotting down a note. I’m not one of those people, though. An essential and necessary material to my art, paper is so much more than a “material manufactured in thin sheets…used for writing, drawing, or printing on…” to me.
For as long as I can remember I have found comfort and solace in writing. As a child, I filled countless journal and diary pages with poems, limericks, stories, and of course my deepest, darkest secrets, wishes, hopes, and fears. Always there for me, the pages of my journal never disappointed me. Whether I was happy, sad, scared, or inspired, I found solace knowing that I could go to my journal and let my emotions and feelings flow freely from my pen to the lined paper of my journal.
Thankfully, my love of journaling (and writing) didn’t end as I grew into adulthood. During the darkest days of my life, I turned to my most trusted companion, the always dependable and understanding pages of my journal. Spilling my thoughts, feelings, and emotions onto the paper of my journal brought me peace and comfort, and allowed me to fully process exactly how I was feeling.
While paper may just be a material thing to some, it is so much more to me. It is the medium through which I deliver my expression, creativity, and art. A priceless “material” to me, paper is and always will be one of my most trusted companions to which I’ll always be grateful.