The best thing about showing you guys my sketchbook pages is the fact that it gives me real chance to reflect on what I’m actually doing. How often do we actually sit, reflect and analyse what we do. (As a side note, I analyse everything I do, except my art these days).
There is also quite a lot of people sharing their own Sketchbook Sunday on their blogs (check out the hashtag on twitter, sketchbooksunday)
Remember when my university sketchbooks looked like this? Of course you don’t, I barely do.
In fact, I even have a college sketchbook or two kicking about somewhere. Oh the shreds of my life are collected in bound black books, notes and notes of things that interest me, drawings of this, that and the other. The history of everything, the history of me, and my halting disjointed art career.
When I graduated in the summer of 2011 I declared to everyone that after 6 years of art education, that was it, I’d had enough. That I hated the art world, the analytical nature of it all, being told I was a ‘female artist’ (fuck that shit, I always wanted to just be an artist).
It lasted a grand total of two months before I was creating works to be featured in The Lost Plot with Radiator Arts.
Sometimes we chose life, and sometimes, life has a sneaky way of choosing us.