Every time i go overseas, i bring along a brand new little sketchbook and fill it with doodles, notes, receipts, and everything i’ve picked up along the course of my day.
Here’s a page full on coffee!
Sam Willows Sketch
(Could be expanded into a proper series)
Mary Blair Color Study
I’ve written a lot of cards in my life. I’m a card writer. I like making cards and writing them to people I like, and I used to have a Christmas card mailing list every year. It made me happy to make people happy. I’d do craftsy things, or pokemon cards, or random collages. I’ve done weddings, and birthdays, and Christmasses, cards for being there, cards for being square, cards for not caring if anyone cares.
I was recently reminded of The Best Card. I think it was the best card I ever wrote. I’ve had my fair share of bad cards. Sometimes you have to go through a lot of bad cards to get to a good card. You can tell a bad card from a mile off. You know, the ones where you write all the same things. God bless, I hope you continue to draw closer to God, I should end this now because my handwriting is getting worse, hardeeharhar. But The Best Card didn’t have many words at all. It was a small picture, with a small note that ended almost as soon as it began. I wrote it for a like-spirited friend who was leaving to go study overseas.
“I put a lot of space here because I thought I would have a lot of things to say. But I guess for the big things, you don’t need so many words.”