I love seeing other peoples’ sketchbooks. Moreso, most of the time, than the finished artwork that’s worked over, polished, and hung on a wall for display. Sketchbooks are where all the guts are spilled, where the messy, unresolved and premature thoughts are slopped out and swirled around. I’ve been pretty lazy with the sketchbook, lately, more focused on creating work on nice paper with nice materials. This is such a mind-trap, though, going into creating a piece with those constraints. I admire the dedication some people have with their notebooks, carefully composing and constructing each page – and at the same time, I admire those who treat their books with no pretense whatsoever and aren’t afraid to dirty the pages. My work isn’t quite either – I still have lots of work to do.