I posted the other day about my finished sketchbooks and I mentioned how many empty ones I have. Well, here they are. All 37 of them. 37.
I mean, I love having empty sketchbooks around. I love making them and I love when I finish one and get to choose which one to work in next. I like looking forward to filling them all up with drawings and words and collages and art. It’s like how I love having books that I haven’t read yet on my shelves because I like looking forward to turning the last page.
But still. 37. That’s a little ridiculous, isn’t it?