Looking for textures to inspire an illustration I’m working on, I thumbed through this sketchbook from the winter of 2008 in Minneapolis and spring/summer 2009 in San Francisco. These were tumultuous times and this was the first time I’ve clearly seen the book.

Lately, working on large scale/ long term pieces with few moments of satiation in the near future, I’ve been feeling nostalgic for this process. The narrative of these times slowly evolved in layers of pen and spray paint across the pages. Most of the work is somewhat incoherent out of context with poor drunken grammar. It makes me smile.