Sketchbook snippets

I have been creative since I was little. Also a perfectionist.

I must have been about 15 at the time, working on my art GCSE and I needed to submit a sketchbook as part of the coursework. My mother kindly (and very patiently) took me to go and some houses along the seafront when we were on holiday in Menorca. I absolutely had a meltdown. I couldn’t capture it perfectly.

’That’s it, a page is ruined’

Mum, after trying to convince and encourage me otherwise, gave up. I had a grumpy ice-cream and left it.

Menorcan Lady
Years later in Menorca, the place I once had a complete meltdown over a sketchbook, I filled an entire sketchbook in a week.

A few years later during my commute to Brighton for Art Foundation, I started drawing on the Train. I was hooked.

Over 30 sketchbooks and 10 years later, I have one on me nearly all the time. There was a point during uni when I almost took one clubbing, but it didn’t quite fit in my jacket pocket.

Needless to say, theres a bit of ‘I told you so’ from my once despaired mother.