My name is Leah Felicity, and I have been keeping sketchbook-journals since late high school. They combine a love of illustration with a nearly equally powerful need to put my secrets out in the open. Due to my bordering-on-twitchy neurotic behavior, I scan nearly everything I have ever done and spam the internet with it.
Clicking on the arrow below will take you to my latest sketchbook-journal, which is currently at 46 pages, from the very beginning.
If you are interested in updates by date, here they are: 11.13.06 (in which I warm up with some typography, vintage bits, and whimsy), 11.28.06 (in which I document my trip to the poconos), 12.11.06 (in which I primarily fiddle with fairy tales, woodcuts, and old-timey crass delights), 1.17.07 (in which I get new pens and break out illustration chops).
If your life is a hollow shell of what it once was because you simply do not have enough sketchbook action, you can go to the recently-dug-up People in Peril series (15 pages in which I discover paintrolling, stamping, and writing covert secrets on the page) or my early college sketchbook (17 pages in which there is minimal text, but the pictures are pretty).