A confession: since I started this drawing every day malarky, I have been sneaking away to pick up a pen at every.single.opportunity.
I’m obsessed, and I got obsessed a lot more quickly than I anticipated. I draw through every spare second of my lunch break, I set my alarm an hour early to sketch before breakfast, I left the pub early this week because I had a half-drawn squid to finish.
My sketchbook has become my most important partner, my only priority (besides, you know, my full time job that I love and all that).
Creativity ebbs and flows. When I was in high school I lived and breathed painting, it got me out of bed in the morning. It was the last thing I thought about when I went to bed, the first thing that came to mind in the morning. But when I was living in Scotland, feeling quite sad and lost, my sketchbooks gathered dust on the shelf. This latest spurt couldn’t have come at a better time.
So yeah. Sorry everyone from my real life who might be reading this – I’m not coming out on Friday because I want to be well-rested for my sketchbook in the morning. It’ll probably be just a phase. I’ll be back soon, promise.