These are just a few of the sketches I have roughed up in my sketchbook. I have become quite fascinated with the idea of doing an illuminated manuscript. I love how they complete the stories contained in the books. I love how they tell the story when words fail.
My sketchbook has become my thinking spot. I am quite literally thinking with a pencil. Though I have published a handful of the most recognizable images here, there are several pages that simply have lines and ideas in a very incomplete fashion that mean nothing to anyone that would gaze through it.
Even though I like the idea of organizing and maintaining a theme in a sketchbook, my favorite thing about this particular sketchbook is that I have no fear of grabbing it to jot down notes or make terrible sketches just to get what i am thinking on to the paper. There are mutilated bodies and random things that look absolutely terrible, but the ideas are there. I remember them. I would like to get more colorful and use more media than a pencil in my book, but quite honestly, I think the simplicity of the pencil gives me the room to let the ideas be the focus and not the finished product. I like that there are things I love to show and things I beg people to skip over if they are browsing my book. It resembles my life.
art, Sketching, illuminated manuscript