(front cover)
(inside left)
(inside right. the beginning...)
sketch/write/dream/draw book.
present edition. 5th? 10th? 23rd.
When I finally accepted that I could never, ever, be anything other than an artist, in whatever I do and wherever I go, I became more deeply ingrained in the practice of keeping a sketchbook. It is the best discipline I have for continuing my influences and ideas.
The place where I write and cross out and write and cross out.
Where I experiment with gold leaf and realize I may kind of hate it and thats okay
Where I figure out that sewing on paper is very very tedious
But that combining watercolor pencils and ink is something very promising
And revive words of dreamers long long dead in their graves
And collect ideas and forms of shells and sticks and greek goddesses and paint
And attempt to beautify my own small corner of the world.
That might sound cheesy, and emo, and dramatic.
But my sketchbook might just allow a bit of that, because, somewhere has to right?
Anyway, here are a few opening pages...hopefully I will get some more up soon!
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