RIP sketchbook; 2007-2011
I have spent the past week drunk, severely deprived of sleep, and in a half-light state of semi-reality. Somewhere in this hazy wedge of time, four years of my life evaporated into thin air. Or, in less dramatic and abstruse terms: I lost my sketchbook. But that book meant a hell of a lot to me, and as such if I lapse into hyperbole like above it has to be understood in context. It had originally...