Sometimes a new sketchbook is a little intimidating. You want to get off on the right foot, as if a bad first sketch will spoil the rest of the book. But it annoys me when I find I’m hesitating for such a silly reason, so the other night I picked it up and sketched what was right in front of me: my slippers.
Unfortunately the paper in this sketchbook isn’t as thick as the previous ones. You can just see the lines of writing on the next page through the paper. It’s much more obvious in person. I’ll still keep using it, though. It’s an old sketchbook inherited from Paul’s Dad, from which pages had been ripped, so there aren’t that many pages to fill.
I love your sketches. Have you been doing much weaving lately?
Well, actually… see my next post!