I used to dread showing off my work. I always felt like I was stumbling around in my sketchbook. It felt forced. It was not until high school where one of my favorite teachers Mrs. A started to assign weekly sketchbook assignments that really gave me a new relationship with the expression of a sketchbook. It was still a battle of lack of confidence that made constant creative blocks and doubt, but it challenged me and gave me a constant relationship with opening my sketch book and letting my imagination run wild. I discovered that nothing is precious, especially in your sketchbook. It became a space for me to organize my thoughts and work out potential creative projects.

I remember so clearly working this sketchbook piece. We were assigned a classmate and had to create a piece that reflects their artistic style and them as a person. I'll never tell who this is suppose to reflect! :)

What a weird sketchbook piece right? I remember having trouble finding a subject matter and decide to take a bath, let my mind relax a bit. Looks like I went with the tub!

You thought the last sketch was odd? What the heck is this!?! The page had rough dents across from the previous page and I didn't really know what I was going to do with it. I could of moved on to the next page. I guess I thought this would be better? We did have to fill over 100 pages of sketchbook work in college, maybe this was a late night scramble during finals!

I always felt like your sketchbook was for drawing only. Words and your thoughts are so powerful. I started to write a lot in my sketchbook. I look back on sketches like this where I have highlighted one word and wrote my thoughts and feelings over and over again until it was actually illegible and wish I could read what it all says. This is a great form of expression- trying to let that emotion go and leave it there!

This one is deep. I get very absorbed into my environment. I sketched this out when feeling lonely and having the urge to want to feel love. I always tried to make my room full of energy, but it never felt full. If that makes any sense? With everything that was going on in this particular time I just wanted love to pour out of my being and fill my environment. I realized it had to start with me. 

I remember doodling this between my english and journalism class in high school. I was trying to work on the typical bounding box of a square or rectangle. How could I use a frame or edge to my advantage rather than centering everything inside of a box or drawing something without thinking about negative space all together.

I hope this might inspire someone else to get weird and out of there head. Grab a sketchbook and just start! 


Audrey Ski