I’ve been drawing for as long back as I can remember.  When I was a very young child, my dad would sit me down and draw with me.  We would play a back and forth game where we would take turns adding elements onto the same drawing.  It was a lot of fun and one of those things that sparked my imagination early on.  I started keeping sketchbooks pretty young too.  I have some older than this one, but not uploaded to the computer.  From time to time I get asked to come and visit with schools, usually around grade 5.  I happened to have this sketchbook on hand and captured a couple of the pages to show the 5th graders what I was doing around their same age.  Most of these are probably from 6th grade but don’t trust any of the dates.  I happen to remember that I went back some time after the original drawing dates and penciled in what you currently see.  I guesstimated on most of them.

I was given this particular sketchbook by an artist who worked at my mom’s office.  It came with the rules that I never rip out a single page no matter how terrible the drawing.  This was to help me learn from the mistakes and to keep moving forward.  I guess in a sense, to kinda own them and to not be ashamed but to acknowledge them.  By the time that I reached the end of the book, I would be able to look back and see how far I had come.  Still good advice, though lately I haven’t been very good about keeping a sketchbook.  (I need to fix that)(but I like drawing on large loose sheets now)(I keep thinking that I should cut the pages and glue the drawings into an actual book.)(we’ll see)