Last week I was feeling kind of insecure for a few days. I woke up in the middle of the night one night feeling totally anxious, and I couldn’t shake it for a few days. I finally sat down with my sketchbook, and I can’t remember a time when sketching was more cathartic for me. I was able to scribble out all of the not so nice things I was feeling, and then scratch them out (or not) and layer on top of them. It felt awesome.
I started with this sketchbook page that I had half-heartedly “finished,” took my pen, watercolor crayons, and a wet brush, and went at it.