This last journal page is bright and battered. It was so aggressive, loose and crazy to me that I added the three squares for some order and rest. The writing will also calm it down a bit.
I've been thinking a lot about color and its symbolism in the western world. When I was in school I did a project on color psychology. This involved simple coloring tests with a class of grade one children. They had very similar reactions. Red was for anger, black was bad, orange was for happy, pink was delicate etc.
Part of the fun is to either use our cultural color language or to manipulate it. How can I make red feel happy? How can I express empowerment with pink? How can I make black feel pure? Color isn't the focal point in my work, but the art journal gives me a place to go wild with it.