The sketchbook was started at the beginning of my final year in high school (also the year I moved to Canada). After the monotony that was O Level art, this new course was a 180 degree turn. While there were some aspects of the course that I did not like as much, the sketchbook was one that I truly enjoyed.
The first task we were given was to design a cover for our sketchbook. I played around with impasto and collage, and created here a colourful image.
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Front cover |
The back cover was, incidentally, an accident. I had been experimenting with paint and made an image on paper, and just for fun, stuck it on the plain black backside of the book.
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Back Cover |
The very last touch to this was the addition of the date it was started and the date it was completed.
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Spine |
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Front view |
The classes really didn't have much structure, and we were free to do whatever we wanted. As the shy, awkward new girl, I scribbled away in the sketchbook - and it grew. By the end of October, it was no longer flat (and also a pain to carry around). Even when the course ended in January, I continued researching and brainstorming in the still incomplete book. Most importantly, it was my outlet - the creative journal that had the angry outbursts and the pangs of longing - and now, the very last page has been filled.
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Height |
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First page |
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Last page |