Wherever I go, whatever I am doing, I am always looking for something to sketch an idea on. I reach for the nearest piece of paper. . . . backs of old envelopes, torn pieces of grocery sack, store receipts, bills. These pieces of scraps invade my life. Tossed in my purse for safe keeping, scattered about the car, tucked in my gym bag, stacked on the corner of my dining room table, eventually they all meet up on my desk for sorting.
Funny, sometimes I look at a scribble I made on a piece of paper I pulled from my purse and wonder what idea I was trying to capture. Lines and circles, instructions, words written by me that even I can't make out! An arrow pointing to the edge of the paper. . . . I turn this little scrap over and more scribbles!
So, thinking it was time for my very first sketchbook, off to the store I went. I found this lovely little 9 x 6 sketchbook. It's small enough to carry with me and large enough to have my ideas stretch out, to grow. They'll have a home all their own.
But, I find myself unable to have my pencil touch these crisp white pages. It's been well over 3 weeks and I still can't bring myself to mark a line on these lovely pages. So I thought I would introduce my scraps of paper to my sketchbook.
Scraps meet Sketch. Sketch meet Scraps. So with tape and paper clips they meet.
It's a beginning.
