This is one of my sketchbooks.
It also happens to be the first book I ever made! It may look like a piece of junk, with it’s loose bindings and warping covers, but it does have a special place in my heart.
In it are, among other things, scribblings, sketches, abstract representations of my professors, and other nonsense.
I think that, as an artist, it’s very important to keep these sketchbooks, as a way of letting off artistic steam, if that makes any sense. Not every idea is golden, you wont always put pen to paper and make art, but having the freedom to experiment and play is what helps those golden ideas grow. The way I see it, every page of my sketchbook, no matter what it holds, is a step closer to mastery. Mastery of my own mind, of my hand, my eyes, my ability to control my medium…Every page finished is an accomplishment.