I did a quick count of how many blank pages I have left in my “dedicated” Inktober sketchbook, and I need to start drawing two drawings on one page for a few days if I am going to keep them all together.
I never realised how a bundled stack of paper (where I spend about an hour a day in) becomes so personal to me. It feels that with every drawing, something is added to the experience, a story between the individual drawings. This was one aspect of drawing in an “analog” sketchbook I never realized. It really turns into a special journey of 31 days.
Bottled up rage. A small oversight on this drawing, is that I got so carried away drawing a screwtop on the glass bottle, that I forgot that the cork that I drew earlier should have been a screwcap. Also, it seems to small to fit. Oh well.