I love sketchbooks. Sketchbooks are time machines.
When I look through my old sketches I get flooded with the ideas and imagery I was obsessed with at each moment I put pencil to paper. I feel the emotional state I was in, I hear the music I was listening to, I remember the room I was in and what my day to day life consisted of at that time.
Sketchbooks are the connective tissue between the moments of my life, reminding me of what I’ve done and who I’ve been. One of the hassles of being an artist is figuring out where to store all of them, but I’m determined to keep each one forever. They’re where I regularly store the contents of my head. Tossing one out would be like getting a partial lobotomy.
Come back on July 31st for the next page!