More people from my head, and on the street. Along with buying a lot of new sketchbooks at “Back to School” sales at various art stores, I’ve been wrapping up some ones that have been filled up. The problem for me comes when I have to find space to store them in my little apartment. Ideally, I don’t want to squirrel them away in the back of a closet where they get dusty and forgotten. I’d like to keep them “alive” so that they can continue giving me ideas, even sometimes reassurance that I’m not the world’s worst artist. But they fulfill their function by being things to draw in, which is a means of relaxation for me, and interaction with the real world.