Since about 10 years old when feeling lost in a new land-Dublin Ireland to Montreal Canada- it became necessary to find some kind of self substantiation,so drawing seemed to fulfill that bill.It didn't actually,not then at least but by degrees as the years went on it became a comfortable place to go to.It had external bonuses too,some kind of recognition and it was static,unlike a great chef whose great meals die when they are consummed or those who ate them pass on, art visably and tangibly lives on. That's not always a good thing if one can be overwhelmed by what can be percieved as "failure".But the opposite can also be true, that is something that was good once and is still around is going to be good in the present and most important a stimulous to do more rewarding things.
Somewhere along the way a simple idea in a book on art struck me as interesting,i.e., that is the idea of doing a drawing a day,hence coining the term, 'Sketchadaybook',probably (apropriately enough in the