I have moved over 20 times in my 31ish years here on earth, and each time I’ve brought with me an entire, precious, box of sketchbooks and journals. Those sketchbooks contain some of the best and some of the worst work I’ve ever done. They’ve been a place for me to rediscover myself as an artist over, and over and over again. They are where I’ve experimented, made discoveries, explored, played and made huge mistakes that have led to more discoveries. These pages are my brain laid out on paper. They are a documentation of life around me and all that inspires me, and I hope they inspire and encourage you too.