It’s too hot to sit outside drawing. I sketched the saguaro outside my window.
I found the dedication quote from Yaqui poet Refugio Savala copied in one of my ancient sketchbooks from the 1980s. It came back as the dedication for the new sketchbook I bought and dedicated to Tumamoc Hill.
I usually don’t share a sketchbook page unless asked. It’s not meant to be judged by others, whether good or bad. It is simply a record of thoughts, feeling, and perceptions of that moment, encapsulated in a form that brings it all back to me when I look at it.
If my house was burning, my shelf of sketch books would be the first thing I’d grab.