A friend gave me one of the published Robert Crumb Sketchbooks recently. This one’s from around 1990. Man, that guy can draw! There’s a wonderful freedom in his sketches, a drive to delineate things witnessed first hand and imagined, fueled by some kind of obsessive compulsion: you get the feeling he can’t stop drawing, even if he tried. Painfully funny and honest. Here’s a sample of some even more recent sketchbook work (warning, not all of it is safe for viewing at work or around kids). The excitement just oozes from the work, and is guilting me into drawing and sketching more.