I have actually been working on the Sketchbook Project sketchbook for the past few weeks most intensely. My theme is, "I'm sorry I forgot you." I have sketched everything but the last two pages. A few months, I wrote a poem based on the theme and began thumbnailing the page layouts. I rebound the book with watercolor paper, then bound a little wee watercolor book to practice with layout and painting. Now, I am finally working on the full piece. I finished mostly sketching it out (except the last two pages, which are mindbogglingly unconducive to illustration.) Anyway, I finally painted the first two sketches. I cannot believe that my lettering still ended up being not straight. I measured, lined, and wrote a sketch under the painting, and still managed to get it all whopperjawed.
I made your death about me.
My deflated belly.
My dead daughter.
My goddamned fucking grief.
Perhaps the five buck fortuneteller was right.
Aren't you excited to see how it will end?
Here are the original sketches. I was going to insert a fake notebook paper like a little high school poem with doodles on the side, but it didn't seem right. I decided on drawing myself as the only person in the universe, because grief feels so fucking isolating, and having a little person saying, "Are you aiming at me, universe?"
I changed the word psychic to fortune teller, because it seems more mystical and odd.