I picked up a new sketchbook today. It was the smallest, cheapest, simplest sketchbook I could find in the whole art supply store. I laid out a grand total of $2.54 for it.
Because I wanted a sketchbook for doing crappy, dirty, messy, ugly drawings, the kind that a penny-pinching perfectionist like myself would never do in some $15 Moleskine. We’re talking real no-holds barred, what the hell is that crap, you suck-kinda drawings.
So if you see an Ugly Sketchbook post here on Sketchbook Warrior, it’s really just me trying to punch my perfectionism in the proverbial nads. With a pen. While I’m waiting for a big Photoshop file to save. As I’m drinking a beer(s). And not caring all that much other to obliterate, vandalize, disgrace, and otherwise smash the blank surface of a paper in violation of probably every artistic and creative rule I’ve ever conjured up for myself.