Not surprisingly, much of the excitement and practice of new work and future work starts in a sketchbook. This winter put me in a position that I was able to consistently (and increasingly) work in my sketchbook. Not only was I able to unlock some consistency I haven't had since grad school, but I was able to look at work in new and interesting ways. Over the course of the few months there were some rough patches and great discoveries.
Ultimately, working in a sketchbook is an act of bloodletting. There were some terrible pages and sketches and drawings. Side-eyed looks from other people at the coffee shop (getting caught!). Working in its pages is as a confessional for the artist. Sins and Successes. Motivation and Failure.
More next time...Keep on eye out for a new piece later today/tomorrow!