Sketchbooks

My sketchbooks go everywhere with me, up mountains, down rivers (and unfortunately in rivers too!), on flights, trains, boats and bars. They get forgotten and abandoned all over the world with helpful humans often posting them home. I have one in every bag and pocket I can find, stowed away in friends flats and family attics.

The content varies from painstaking drawings of Paris architecture to vast landscapes of Morocco to doodles of local flora and fauna. People, chickens or interesting rock formations, their rough forms all fill my books. I have notes on artists, recipes, endless list of nonsensical gibberish, half started diary entries, addresses and shopping lists.

WELCOME TO THE MUDDLED MIND OF AN ARTIST