I sketch because I enjoy doing it, but I also draw because it helps my memory. Sometimes the past feels like a blur. When my kids were infants, I bought them each a baseball glove. Now they are playing little league, and I wonder where the time went.
So at the beginning of this year, to offset the risk of fleeting memories, I started a sketchbook journal. It’s like my other sketchbooks, where I draw different subjects, but this sketchbook is chronological, and is meant to preserve specific events in my life. It’s not a diary, as I don’t mind if people flip through it. It’s just an illustrated record of memorable moments.
Most of my sketches are of good memories. I haven’t sketched my boys fighting with each other, and I didn’t sketch the crack in my windshield that I noticed this morning. Maybe eventually I will capture the bad with the good, but for now, I’m drawing what I want to remember.
Included in this post is a sketch of the back of an airplane seat. I can’t say that moment made me particularly happy, but I have been traveling a lot this year, and I thought that a scene from one of my flights was appropriate to include.
I don’t know how many more of these sketches I will share on The Hipping Post, but I figured you might like to see some examples of my other experiment in sketching and writing.