Near the end of January, I took a short class about the practice of daily sketches. I didn’t need to be convinced of the value of that sort of discipline, I just needed some help getting started with it. I had developed the habit of choosing an item from my desk or worktable and doing a small ink sketch of it in my journal at the end of the night when I wrote down what work I managed to squeeze into the traffic of the day. I figured that it was time for another little stretch.
The January class evolved into a February workshop continuing the theme. I wanted to use things already on hand so I grabbed a throw-away notebook from IKEA from a stack that I bought when they were clearing out for a new season. It’s seriously shitty paper but I didn’t want to get too attached to these sketches. I didn’t want to give them any sort of weight in the hopes that I wouldn’t pour on the usual pressure. It worked!
I surprised myself more than once with something that worked. I have a newfound appreciation for colored pencils and the knowledge that, when in doubt, I will fall back on ink every time.
A little more good news? I actually continued to add to this wee book for another few weeks after the February workshop ended. Even better news? I just started a new one!