Thursday, November 14, 2019
Art Supply Addiction is Real, but I Don't Mind...
The sketch journal sits unused and neglected in my bag. It's been over a month since I have opened it to draw or write in it. During the week I fall into the 9 to 5 routine, my brain is turned off, I do my job and then come home.
The impulse to open a new sketchbook and start over is there. I fight the urge and decide to fill this one before I start any other. The shelf above my work table is filled with sketchbooks, both completed and incomplete, cast away. Some I stopped using because I spilled coffee on them, which I tell myself is a valid reason. The same shelf holds new, shiny unused sketchbooks that I buy on impulse and have amassed over the last few years. I always seem to go back to my Hand-Book sketchbook. I jokingly refer to them as a Moleskine knock-off but actually like them much better than Moleskines.
This is not to say I haven't been drawing or sketching. I have, just not in this particular journal. I flit from one sketchbook to the other. From the Canson 9 x 12 Wirebound with the nice heavy paper, to the Stillman and Birn 6 x 8 Zeta Series, to the Artist Survival Notebook (which I have decided I don't really like). The Stillman & Birn is almost filled thanks to last month's Inktober drawing challenge.
I also have a lot of different pens and my pen of the moment changes according to my mood and random inclinations. Fountain pens of various nib size, Rapidosketch drawing pens, quill pens of all shapes and sizes, brush pens, markers.
I am an art supply addict and I admit it freely. There are worse things to be addicted to, as we all know. I won't seek out any 12-step programs. I doubt there is a "Art Supply Anonymous" anyway. I at least hope not.
I have been posting my new drawings on my website, by the way. Drop by when you get the chance.