Corban Wilkin

When I go on a camping trip I always take a small sketchbook.

And at first it seems like I’m going to be too exhausted from walking with a heavy backpack and sleeping on the ground to actually draw anything.

But every time there’s this point where I see one thing that calls out to be drawn, and the floodgates open.

Usually during the latter part of the trip I’ll be drawing non-stop, doing several sketches in a row in one location.

It’s an abbreviated version of what it’s like to work on art more generally, especially novel-length books: nothing happens for a long time, and then suddenly it starts happening and comes in such a torrent that you can’t remember why there was so much dithering and chin-stroking before.

These are from the North coast of Norfolk.