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)