by minima whatever
I am amused to notice the close relation of my sketching projects and my journaling, my obsession with habits, checklists & tracking all kinds of things. The daily sketching projects are always tugging at me to become more, to do them morning, noon and evening instead of just once a day, or to do them always when I do x. The urge to document, to understand, to improve. But also the richness and variability and preciousness of moments, each so different.
There must be a lot of vanity in this as well, but I don’t notice it. Quite the contrary, it feels like humility and devotion. Serving the drawings. Yet putting these words down on paper feels like hubris.