There is something so exciting and terrifying about a brand new sketchbook.
The blank white pages thrill me. Yet, when it comes to making a mark on that first page, there is always a little pressure I put on myself.
It's silly - a sketchbook is supposed to be for sketches: drafts/doodles/thinking on paper. But for some reason, as I get ready to begin, I dream of each sketchbook I start being museum worthy.
I want this new sketchbook to be free of worry, free of pressure, free of everything.
Even to say that this new sketchbook will be wholly creative adds pressure to what it should be all about.
So I'm hoping to just let this new sketchbook be. Whatever it is, it will be.
(ps...I got it on sale at Anthropologie...isn't she beautiful?)