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

When I first started pursuing art as a career I was often given a warning. It is a warning I myself have passed on to others and that...