Sketchbook from the Drawer
Today I found a small sketchbook with brown pages in my drawer. That is — I knew it was there. I put it in the drawer myself many months ago, right after bringing it home from the store. I bought it because I thought drawing on that kind of paper would be an interesting change. And it is. Only today did I make my first sketches in it… and I think I fell in love with it a little. Drawings on brown paper look exactly the way I imagined. Warm. A bit more intimate. The first thought that came to my mind was simple: “Why only now?” I don’t know. The sketchbook had been there the whole time, within reach. And yet only today I opened the drawer, took it without thinking, and started drawing — as if I had been using it for years. Apparently sometimes it’s not enough that something good is close at hand. The right moment has to come. So there’s nothing else to do but give it time. And now I’m going back to drawing. Szkicownik z szuflady Znalazłem dzisiaj w szufladzie mały szk...
