A lot of sketchbooks end up like diaries. Private, and bashful, with one of those little heart-shaped locks if at all possible. I understand why we all hide them away—there’s a lot of ugly stuff in a sketchbook, and a lot of tear-stains, and deeply personal notes. So, sharing a sketchbook, even the mistakes and profanities, is a very vulnerable thing to do. I hope that, even though the jokes aren't funny and the drawings are misshapen, my sketchbook stands as a tiny, open window of honesty.