I love working in my sketchbooks. No pressure I just hop, slide, move, dance from one page onto the next, following my train of thought. Making drawings from observation, rubbing them out drawing over them, playing with ideas. Thinking I’ll try that or I wonder what would happen if. It is the best way of visual thinking. The excitement, waiting to see what things will look like, knowing it doesn’t matter if it works or not because it is about finding out, opening doors not closing them. Taken from one of my Ballycastle sketchbooks which is full of drawings of Main Street, this little group of drawings started with a sketch of a derelict notice board, plywood streaked with rain-water stains. They then started absorbing the narrative of earlier drawings of the horizon and the cracks in the pavement of the same street..