Growing up, I was never really one to keep a diary or journal. My mom would always buy me blank notebooks, but I would use those to sketch or doodle instead of writing down my secrets. Over the years, I have acquired many sketchbooks and I have stored away many drawings in all of them. They all seem to be in different places though — some are back at my childhood home in Florida, a few are at the foot of my bed, and then there are the random ones that I find in old purses or in my car. Each time I find one, I look back through it and get inspired by my past sketches. Read More
