It's Spring. I am jumping the gun on it, but there were trilliums blooming in Forest Park yesterday. Trilliums equal spring around here. This doodle is springlike, flowers and leaves bursting out all over.
I made some really pretty doodles this week, but I am attracted to the random nature of this one. There are a lot of individual elements in this that I like, the pattern samplers, the horses. How well these pieces look together is the interesting thing to me.
It is the strength of that central mandala that ties it together. It seems to be drawing all the other pieces in towards its center.
Heck, it seems to be pulling me into its center. It is a powerful graphic. I can't think of anything to say and I just want to stare at it.
Ok, I could have sworn that I posted this, but no amount of refreshing makes it come up. I have the image, so I did part of it. Typical. I have always said that when I get senile, no one will notice.
Postus interruptus. It happens to the best of bloggers.
Let's just pretend that I got this up last week:
Something about this doodle reminds me of a high school book cover. You know, when they gave out your new textbooks and told you that you needed a book cover.
Some people bought fancy ones, printed with characters from tv shows, favorite bands, sports stars or cute puppies and kittens. I liked the plain DIY kind made out of a paper bag, then I had the whole year to decorate it.
Can I just say that the doodle with the palmetto leaves is practically my favorite ever? Because it is. I think the flower spewing rocket is pretty cute too. (Click on it to get a larger version.)
While out climbing last weekend, my husband ran into a lady with gardening implements He asked her if she was into extreme gardening (which I think is pretty funny). She said she was a bottle hunter.
I have a collection of bottles and marbles, dug out of my yard. I imagine that most people who live in old houses find all sorts of strange stuff, but it never occurred to me that people go out looking for such things.
Seriously. There is a whole universe of people who look for old bottles. Go and google it.
People do the oddest things. It makes my doodling obsession seem pretty tame in comparison.
Look at this! A most unusual doodle for you this week.
The left side has the usual heavy black line and patterning within a geometric structure. Then it branches out. The line gets finer as it moves right, and a garden explodes out of the border. My subconscious seems to be liking fine lines at the moment.
My conscious mind is enjoying the results too. I think this is a fun doodle, very active and full of joyous abandon.
I wonder what effects, if any, this doodle development has on my artwork. Will it change? I will have to keep working and see what happens.
Have a Happy Valentine's Day! The weather is supposed to be good, and we are going to hike in the gorge. Whatever you end up doing, spend it with people you love!
I chose this week's doodle because of the little animals in the panel doodle. I find this group interesting because of how it trickles away into randomness.
It is a perfect visual of the way my mind seems to work these days. I can't seem to think in a clear and directed fashion for very long anymore. I start out strong and focused, and then I drift.
It is the perfect state for the weather. It has been foggy. Fog always makes me feel like I am in some sort of limbo. I feel like time is suspended when it is foggy. Everything goes still and just waits.
This week's doodle is what I do when I am talking to you on the phone. A bunch of random doodles on the back of an envelope, which is why it is so long and narrow.
Now you know. Remember though, that I don't do it because you are boring me. I do it because I am concentrating on what you are saying, and my hand is wandering off doing this all on it's own.
I had an email exchange with a friend of mine who was afraid that she repeated stories too many times. I like to hear stories more than once. As you well know, I am fascinated by repetition, so that is probably not one bit surprising. I think telling stories is one of the neatest things that humans do.
Does it bother you when someone tells you a story over again? Why or why not?
This kind of rectangle to free form doodling has been a feature of my recent pages.I seem to I have decided (Decided? Like I seriously think at all while I am doodling!) to break free of the box or something.
As you all know by now, I think doodles are the drawing version of dreams, so it follows that I must believe that dreams are the sleeping version of doodling. Here is the scenario: you are on the sofa and, suddenly someone says you are asleep. But you are just awake enough to object, so you deny that you are/were asleep.
I am sure there is some sort of special scientific term for this, but
around here at the Circle B, we call that state you are in just before
falling asleep "Pre-sleeping".
This linkall about pre-sleeping was emailed to me by a friend (thanks Jo!). It is a series of short pieces of what people think about right before they fall asleep. I have no idea where it comes from, or what this project is about, but you should go and watch it. It is very creative, original, and a real treat to watch.
What do you think of before you fall asleep? I watch patterns form and dissolve. Red, yellow and orange in a field of black.