Right, I don't think I mentioned it at the time but I am taking part in this years
Sketchbook Project. Basically, you get sent a sketchbook, you fill it, you send it off, and then it gets taken on tour around the world (including a yet-to-be-confirmed date in London) followed by being kept on permanent display at Brooklyn Art Library in New York. Pretty sweet.
Bambi's done it as well, and his entry kind of illustrates the best thing about the project: the variety. His entry is very much fine art; it's a collections of paintings fitted into the book. Mine, erm, isn't. The category I chose was The Worst Story Ever Told, so that's exactly what I've done. I was aiming for a lo-fi, stream of consciousness style surrealist humour. When I showed it to Jo, she laughed in all the right places, so I guess I've done OK. Anyway, it goes kind of like this.
The Worst Story Ever Told
or;
How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Fourth Wall
(A Documented Minor Breakdown)
There we go. Might do some prints of some of the pages, might get it printed as a zine or summat, I dunno. Let me know what you think of it though!
