My sketchbook might as well be what my brain looks like. it’s a mess of diary entries, lists, drawings, exhibition notes, funny haikus and general notes. there are what amount to plenty of ideas that later become works outside of the sketchbook. it used to take me a year to fill one, now i’m lucky if it lasts a month. Starting a new one is never easy and i always agonise over the last few pages…
…and i never leave the house with out it.
