I love seeing napkin sketches. I’ve witnessed random people in public – at galleries, coffee shops, parks – sketch or doodle on scraps, and I find those to be some of the most interesting sketches I’ve come across. I have fairly decent observational skills, so I can really appreciate someone who can sit in public, watch, and then apply that to paper.

The thing I love about napkin sketches is their lack of flawlessness. I find myself to get worked up over the messiness of my own sketches. Which is why they end up being very clean. And more often than not, the clean sketches become very lack luster. I admire the people that can scribble out these chaotic, friendly, and charismatic illustrations. They are so full of life; and oftentimes, just from a few lines.

I need to learn how to not care about a sketch. To not worry about what could go wrong; an out of place line, a smudge, a corner ripped. There’s something beautiful about the whimsy of being so in-the-moment, you are happy in the imperfection.