Sketchbook Ethos

A sketchbook. I’ve kept one for 15 years now. My companion. My comfort. 1000% what I would grab in a fire.

In peak tumblr era I saw someone post a stack of moleskines, and I wanted that to be me. One of the few dreams- and I mean a dream, dream- that I have successfully achieved. Thirteen years of work and progress, and now I am on moleskine number thirteen.

What does it mean to keep a sketchbook?

Really, it’s just a fancy journal. A tracker of the passage of time. A story of where I’ve been, what I’ve seen, and what I’ve felt. A place for practice and exploration, documentation... therapy.

Each one feels different (if you hold one, you’ll get it).

A 104-page vessel of creative energy. How long the cup takes to fill reflects other endeavors in my life. Things I’m going through. How much I feel.

They are sprinkled with physical pieces from the real world- tickets, plant pressings, etcs.

Each one, a small piece of my world view, my lens.
Ah, it’s magic. It’s freeing.

Thirteen little books of me. And I’m so proud of it!

xo A