I felt the urge to bind a book. I wanted it to be fun, and to allow mistakes. I collected an assortment of papers, in different sizes and shapes. Some of them had my sketches on them, some were printed; most are blank.
I took covers from two old books and cut them to size. I usually cover them with paper or cloth, but this time I left them as they were.
I bound it with Coptic binding, and used eyelets for the first time. As a bonus, the back cover came with a cobra.
It felt like a good thing to do, at the beginning of the year.