" night & day, day & night "

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i could never use a sketch book as a kid. i would draw on desks with pencils, the sidewalk with chalks, in newspapers and books with crayons and pens, and on woodscraps with paints.

whenever trying to focus all of that creative energy on a blank page in a sketch book or a pad of paper, i'd always get a blank. my perfection-prone style wanting to start in blue pencil instead of pen as per usual.

not oddly enough, i'd never draw anything of (self-imposed)worth inside of any of these books, and everything of substance and satisfaction could be found on scraps of paper and masterful strokes in my doodles on lined papers.

it's the lack of that permanence that freed me from the pressures of creationing. so now i'm surrounded by envelopes of doodles and scraps, teeming with beautiful and creative pieces, and a multitude of sketch books that only have a few pages half-done in tedious implementation.

i'm going to try to remove the sketchbook mentality from my life, and strive to doodle my way though these times. you can take my timid blue pencils, i'm working with broad brushes and black inks.

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mars 19:


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