It's always gratifying to finish up a sketchbook, but I can't help but feel a slight sadness as well. Much like a close friend, a sketchbook is often with you in your most silent and reflective moments. Flipping through the pages of my books I can't help but remember the sights, conversations, smells, and moments in time captured. In a sense, I'm writing an autobiography that few people will ever see, save for those close to me and the slight glimpses I choose to put on this blog for the few wonderful readers that pass by every now and again.
I've simultaneously been working in another book so I'm well on my way to finishing up another over the Summer. I look forward to many adventures in this new book but I sure will miss my old friend. Bon Voyage!
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