I filled up a sketchbook today. It was an accomplished, yet sad, feeling. Like, I know I could always look at that sketchbook, and see past art, but, I can't put any *more* art into it. Yet, what started out as a book full of blank pages now has expressive creations of art in it.

I seem to have bought a bunch of sketchbooks a while ago, so, I have a couple here at home I can fill yet, before going out and buying any more.