There is a point with a sketchbook where finishing it also causes anxieties. I’ve referred to the fear of starting a new book in my last post. But I’ve now found that finishing can also be stressful.
Why? You may well ask. I started a little moleskine sketchbook just over a year ago and it’s been my constant companion this last 14 months. I’ve started sketching in earnest since I began it. My constant companion has gradually been filled with many precious memories in those small sketches. Looking back on these sketches I have a sense of pride. It’s a book that marks a turning point in my understanding and use of the sketchbook! I desired my final images to be a Swan song, a testament and final lasting impression.
It was whilst doing the last few sketches, sitting close to water, I realised how distressed I would be if I actually dropped it into the canal. It became something of an obsession!
Mercifully the obsession did not become reality and I now have a finished book. Ironically doing this watercolour, I dropped my travel brush in the canal!
We went fishing for it with various long items, but it is lost for good! I’ve managed to source a replacement but it wasn’t easy. (The lock gear sketch on the next page has bled through, so I’m not using those pens again!)
Moving items which a year ago I would never have tackled. I think that’s progress, don’t you?