My first ever completed sketchbook, a grand step in my artistic maturity.
I always struggled with perfectionism and in conjunction with my art at the time- freeform ink to paper, I was at constant war against my work being perfect until it wasn’t, of which then was unacceptable and must be restarted (I went through a lot of supplies). By the grace of God, I grew past this complexity to persevere through this book. I attribute this to strategically drawing out of order, a tactic I implement in all my books, it takes away the pressure of outperforming the previous page.

At the beginning, I saw my sketchbook as a documentation of characters I would use in my work, whether I knew it then or otherwise, I’m extremely grateful to my past self for providing such comprehensive documentation. As time passes and my art undergoes its own maturity, aspects are naturally improved upon and diversified, however there is always charm in what once was and progress isn’t necessarily linear. Often in my big pieces, I work in small detail and fail to look out at the bigger picture, and thus, it's good to look at what made my old work something I sort worthy of producing, what was intentional and what was naive. Although my art can’t be everything I ever want all at once, I want to ensure I can retain as much of what holds true then, that I can find useful now.