Random Gatherings

A bright white blank piece of paper terrifies me, especially when it's the first page of a new sketchbook. By the time I get to the end, though, the binding has broken, it's at least an inch thicker, and each "new" page has remnants of previous paints, coffee, inks, wax, varnish. The only thing really embarrassing is the dates from first to last - this particular sketchbook was started in 2002.

Might as well stick in whatever's left on the table and start fresh.