The last few years I’ve gotten really into binding my own sketchbooks. I never thought I’d really get into it, but there’s something about making it yourself, and really I suppose I don’t own anything more intimate because in one way or another it all (neuroses, endless drawings of skeletons, and all those tiny naked fat people I draw everywhere) ends up here. It’s a net to catch the good ideas, and also the hair left in the drain. And I want to make them all feel special.
Here’s my latest masterpiece. I like to call it the vegan post-goth wet dream. (Notice the fake leather and Italian lions!)
Anyway, it’s a nice home for a the graveyard drawings I’m doing lately. And, I think one of my neatest jobs yet!
