All my sketchbooks have covers, some of them more successful than other. The discerning neurotic refuses to craft a cover for months at a time, hoping for that “a-ha!” moment where a great idea skitters across the Tranquility Seas of the frontal lobes, and gets out the rubber cement and goes to work, ultimately horrified and embarassed to lug the thing around a few more months with the monstrosity scrawled over the front.
This one did a little bit better. It’s hard to go wrong with Mississippi—Extinct Photography Tools—BHO. Now if I could only get those mailbox letters to shine-up good on the scanner . . . .
Tags: Barack Hussein Obama, MagicCubes, polaroid, Robt. Johnson, Sketchbook
I dig it. Could you take a photo of the cover that would help show off the mailbox letters better?
One of my favorite things about coming to your place is looking through these amazing sketchbooks—I always forget about them until we’re there, and then it’s a treat.
Um, Robert Johnson + magic cubes + 2009 inaguration = AXXESOMES!!
Very nice. Covers of sketchbooks must come about rather like the titles of poems or stories. I have a sketchbook, actually, but it already has a cover, so I have done up the end pages.
You might have to fix those mailbox letters in photoshop, but on the other hand, these have a peculiar reflective beauty as they are.