i’ve paid too little attention to my doodles. mostly, doodles come from deeper than consciousness. so whatever they might be doing – posturing, strutting, slumping, gloating, despairing, whimpering, sniggering, wondering – they’re doing it with no forethought and no agenda. they are honest little brats.
i like ‘em. here’s me, i’m on the phone. if it’s a business call, there are periods of waiting. i doodle. even when the conversation is moving, and even if it’s someone i like talking with, doodling can happen. no necessary relation to the topic, but it might have.
this one. the drawing seems totally random, unrelated to the words, which are pieces of stuff mentioned in the conversation: ABC license and press release. don’t ask; it doesn’t matter.
but the picture: is that a self-portrait? the little guy – is he a thought in the big one’s head? is there any meaning in this at all?
i like the flag lying on a table and then cascading over the edge. late model jasper johns? i don’t think so.
i’m just saying: it’s something to wonder about.
