I’ve kept every sketchbook I’ve filled since eighth grade. There’s 40+ sitting in a box in my closet. One of these days, maybe over the summer, I’ll go through them all and photograph the ones that best represent each stage of my development as an artist.
Then, once I have digital copies of the least incriminating ones, I’ll finally be free to destroy the rest.
Actually, maybe I’ll do that right now. I need some artistic motivation anyways, and what’s more motivating than seeing how much you’ve improved in 4 years?
Holy fuck there’s 53 of them.