Since keeping a sketchbook, i’ve always held it to some kind of unreasonable standard. I put my sketchbook on a hypothetical pedestal. I would keep myself from drawing or writing something that arbitrarily popped into my head simply because the idea was not aesthetically “fleshed out.” How dare I draw something that was really only a doodle!! No, no, you see, I believed my sketchbook had to be some kind of finished artist’s book… because every “regular” person I encountered was going to ask if they could look at it.
In reality I should say, how dare you, common human! What makes you think you can open up the visual representation of my brain patterns? Who gives you the right to view all of my most intimate ideas; word vomit, doodles, and all?
I started buying those softbound Moleskine sketchbooks.. the ones with that with thin fucking paper that even a ballpoint pen bleeds through. Fuck that hard-covered, watercolor archival paper bullshit!! I don’t need to be intimidated every time I need to sit down and release my visual genius on paper!
Well anyways, since i’ve switched up my sketchbook grind i’ve become a lot more productive. My thoughts are all spelled out and my doodles are inspiring me to elaborate and create something even more visually pleasing. And no, common people, you do not get to “see” my sketchbook whenever your demanding capitalist butts think you deserve to. I will show you when I desire to, and you must realize that the sketchbook is not for you, its for me.
You can have the finished product. You can have the finalized result, but the ideas… those are mine.
New stuff coming soon.