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Hello. It's so nice that you're here, at the very beginning, at the very start, at the birthing of my humble studio journal. Thank you.
But before we start in earnest, I have a tiny confession to make. I have in the past made attempts to "blog" or start a "journal".... maybe...mmmmm...three or four times and each time it has been a series of false starts, over excited pantings and a raft of good intentions but very very little in the way of...let's say, sustained, dedicated, meaningful, satisfying or committed sharing of exhilarating content! So my track record isn't great. For one reason or another blogging just didn't get my heart pounding, my skin didn't prickle in anticipation, it honestly felt like yet ANOTHER thing I HAD to do as part of my creative existence/studio/business and I must say, I resented it. I'm really not good at "have to" or "should" or obligations or sentences starting with "Must". There were just too many expectations and rules that I felt I had to conform to to be professional or business like or a "real" maker or some such nonsense along those lines.
If you're still reading and the previous paragraph didn't have you running a virtual mile from the expectation of non-commitment and nullifying boredom, then well done, you really are a stayer! Read on.....
So why are you starting a journal again I hear you ask?
Well I'm happy to report that I don't feel the pressure to perform like that anymore, like I HAVE to have a blogging schedule, that I have to craft mind blowing content that will go viral (which never happened by the way!) or "funnel" customers to my store, or generate enough visitors to up my "conversion rate" or make my studio and my work (or myself) seem bigger or better or more popular than it really is. I'm sure all of this strategy works really well for some, I'm sure there is real research behind it, that it is proven to be efficient and effective, but it's just not me. I like real. I like authentic. I find a lack of artifice refreshing and I find a highly curated life unappealing. What I crave, what I want to hear and probably what I'd like this journal to be is simply a humble honest unaffected human voice that cuts through all of the visual noise and clatter of our contemporary channels of communication. A voice that delves a little deeper without being pompous, a kind voice that is concerned with things outside of itself rather than asking "what's in it for me?". I really just want to tell an honest story, that is devoid of ego, that wants no more than to share the realities of a small studio in the countryside of Australia, to tell people when good things happen, to share some of what inspires me, to engage with people in more than just snippets and bites and flick throughs.
I guess my main social platform has been Instagram and many of you may have discovered my studio or my previous incarnation as "Olive & The Volcano Letterpress" via this, at once, amazing and not so amazing app. For all of the positive things I could say about IG, there are just as many negative or questionable or troubling things I could bang on about. But I guess what I really want to do here is have a space as comfortable as my brown velvet armchair (no really I have one - it's ugly but awesome) or my small shed-house lounge room where I can hang "pictures", talk about the day, discuss art and ideas and process and the nitty gritty of what it takes to Make with a capital M or just be with a capital B. And actually a big part of it is, that I want to own these pictures and words. I don't want IG or Facebook or any other conglomerate to own my pictures, my words, my thoughts - I want content independence! Plus I get to use more words here, I get to show you around, ask you in for tea, you can sit for a while, it's quieter here, consider it just "popping in" - plus no-one just pops in anymore we should revive this congenial custom - it can be our "thing".
So welcome journal reader, I'm glad you came.