Published on January 25, 2012
Late last night I was searching through one of my drawers in the bedroom, when buried underneath a bunch of stuff was this black, spiral sketchbook that I had started creating in this exact time last year.
It was kind of like finding old photographs.
Or buried treasure.
I had totally forgotten about it.
It was so awesome to find it, I have to admit.
I remember when I made these spreads.
I was trying to let a story unfold.
I see them now, and I think “wow”.
I had no idea.
Not even an inkling of knowledge,
of what really laid ahead.
And it was only a year ago.
I think I’m going to pick up where I left off.
At least for a little bit.
Then let it get lost again.
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