Sketchbook Vol. 19
Sketchbook Vol. 19 - My sketchbook for the second half of 2009, and the beginning of 2010 Almost always I have a sketchbook with me. With exception of the metal coil, this one is completely reconstituted from materials destined for recycling bins at the last advertising agency I worked at. Over the 3 years span I spent there I saved enough scraps to make almost 2 dozens sketchbooks, most of which sit waiting to be filled. When filling them the one rule I have is this: try to remember there aren't any rules. The cover of the current one is made up of pieces of newspapers from some of the cities I was in during a trip back to the States in July. The pink drips are leftover paint from my painting Bazooka Retrograde. My favorite pen = Pilot Precise Extra Fine Black. Combined with a couple of text files on my computer, the pages inside exist as parking spaces for the traffic jams of thoughts that pass through my mind, well...the ones that both resonate and refrain from incriminating me anyway. The process of putting them down somewhere allows me to let go of them upstairs, making room for new crazy shit to fill up the space. I can come back and reference them anytime, but I don't have to mentally carry them with me. A way of putting order to the chaos. Method to the waves of madness.
