While travelling through Orkney this summer, I always had my sketchbook with me. The days were quite packed, so I didn’t have the opportunity to draw as much as I had planned but I did manage to fill some of the pages though…
When I flick through an old sketchbook, I am always surprised by how well I can remember the circumstances while I was drawing the pictures. Here is my old sketchbook from this year which I didn’t consistently use but has many very different memories concealed in it.
This is the first year that I have ever actively met the decision to take part in Inktober. I even managed to actually pull it through to the end, and now have an adorable sketchbook filled with ink drawings!
I bought the sketchbook (and ripped out enough pages to makes sure I would have exactly 32 pages), bought the pens and decided that I would take the prompts and try to draw animals.