Monday, July 28, 2008
Tonight I was cleaning out my studio and I found a bunch of pages from a sketchbook I was keeping in 2004 when we lived in Buffalo NY. It was filled to the brim with personal thoughts and comic strips done in a block style I no longer use. I am amazed however at how cool some of that stuff still reads. I was doing auto bio diary stuff as well as interpretations of poems in experimental layouts and all kinds of crap. It was really good. Something in me puckers tight as a drum though wehn I sit down to make a "book". I need to just make drawings in comic forms and use what works. I love how our sketchbooks can teach us more than anything or anyone if we give them a little time.