In the company of friends


It’s funny how some drawings I remember making and some I don’t. Maybe I lost this sketchbook only to find it and be reminded of times a decade ago. Usually I go searching for a sketchbook knowing that one drawing is sitting on a page, with some recollection of a day or moment that inspired or needed recording. Minus two pr three pages, this entire book was lost from memory. I think that is why I am obsessed with it at the moment—why did I not remember it, why did the drawings not register in my head.

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