Since 2021, little black fake-leather notebooks have taken the place of a phone. In them, drawing ugly is allowed: big emotions get dumped, small intimacies get kept. They are not sketches for something else. They are where things happen first.
This archive follows the books as they are made. Earlier books return, years later, as paintings in CHAPTERING.
Ongoing, 2021–present
ARCHIVE IN CONTINUITY OF THE STUPID BOOKS
