I used to be terrible about sharing my sketches with people. I would desperately clutch my sketchbook to my chest and run and hide. I wouldn’t let anyone see. I think part of that was from being a pre-teen/teenager, and just wanting everything to be private. I think the other part of that was just who I was. Quiet, secretive, and very closed-off. Out of necessity, and due to changes in my personality, I’m able to share my rough work with people now. If I couldn’t, I wouldn’t be able to survive as an illustrator.
Here’s some doodles from my sketchbook this month:
Most of these are just thoughts, or inside jokes, etc. Ah, how doodling in class passes the time.