I'm in the process of reorganizing my studio (read: organizing my studio) in order to minimize clutter (read: shoving everything up in the attic) and free up a little space (read: nursery).
I emptied out a couple drawers of sketchbooks, this morning. It is both exhilarating and embarrassing to look back through these things. Sometimes I feel jealous of my previous self for having ideas that seem fresher and more earnest that my what I'm doodling now. Mostly, I just cringe at the naiveté and often-crappy drawing.
In any case, it is impossible to go through a pile of old sketchbooks and not flip through them, and these were some of the first pages I opened to. I remember thinking about two characters, Inkling and Spot, but not drawing these pages.
That's kinda fun, right? Maybe, before they go to live among the rafters, I should do a little more sketchbook scanning.