Happy Monday internet world. Writing an actual “blog” really brings me back to the myspace/livejournal days - the good old days of the internet when everyone was anonymous and social media was mostly focused on what song you had playing on your page.
This is one of my favourite spreads in this book so far. It started out as a messy gouache painting of a sky - which I became less and less happy with as I was working on it. It got to the point where I just decided, “NOPE” and covered half of it with collage and tape. When I choose a sketchbook, my main priority is a book with paper that is thick enough to withstand the huge amount of changing my mind that I generally get up to. I sometimes redo pages 3 or 4 times, gluing things and then ripping them off, or painting over things until I don’t hate it anymore. Really, all I’m trying to do is make a book of things that I think are pretty. I want to flip through it in the future and just enjoy staring at everything I’ve made. It’s the nicest thing about a sketchbook - it’s a “just for you” creative space. And looking back on this page now, almost a year since I made it, it strikes me as funny that even then I was thinking about the concept of “waiting”, and dreaming of pretty ways that the world might end - like giant comets crashing into Northern lakes.
“I won’t wait forever, baby
I won’t wait forever, baby
But I guess there’s nothing else to do.”