my new sketchbook! Starting a new sketchbook always feels sort of ceremonial to me. A changing of the guard. A passing of the torch. The old sketchbook is lovingly placed upon the shelf, its pages worn and full, its spine often cracked, the whole thing running over with ideas. It has served its time and purpose. And then a new sketchbook is pulled, fresh from the pile I always seem to have on hand. Its cover is clean, its blank pages a siren song pulling me in. I know some pe

Burbank Library Mural I painted my first mural when I was a freshman or sophomore in high school. The piece consisted of giant blobs of...