O sacred sketchbook! Thou art the very breath which instills life into my passion! To be torn from your tender, pulpy pages would inflict upon me a torment more agonizing than a thousand paper cuts, for you are the sheltering harbor where my creative spirit finds solace. My love for you is irreplaceable, irrevocable, and immortal. For you are the chalice overflowing with the sacred elixir that sustains the life of my artistic soul!

But, seriously, my sketchbook is a very important and precious place where I experiment and evolve. I really value the ritual of sketchbooking and playing. Many of my favorite drawings originate or are in my sketchbook.