I carry sketchbooks with me everywhere I go. When I come back from a walk and hold a leaf, an acorn or a flower in my hand, I look closely, trying to understand how it is built. As my eye moves over the form, I realize that drawing is a way of seeing. Sitting down with my sketchbook and focusing on a leaf takes on a meditative quality. It gives me a few moments to block everything else out, look at the leaf and let my pencil follow the form.