Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Me love sketchbooks.
Especially these 9x12 Canson jobs with the heavy cardboard covers.
For me they're part diary, part idea factory, part show piece, part time capsule, part therapist, and thing to stuff other things into. Aside from the usual writing and drawing for work, i scribble in what songs i'm listening to, what i'm reading and watching, assorted loose ideas that come to mind and other detritus of life. I also tape in pictures and quotes from books and magazines i'm reading.
And there's this great feeling when I finish one. Like I've got this little piece of my life documented. Sometimes it takes 6 months to fill one... sometimes just a month. Either way, you've got this physical THING that kinda shows what was going through your head at that time in your life.
But there's also this terror when you're starting a new book. Being faced with a big book of empty white pages... so full of possibilities- or stinky drawings that remind you to go back to art school. Hence this page from the new book I started last week:
Posted by MR. WARBURTON at 1:18 PM