I packed a lunch and took it with me to the laundromat
yesterday. The sun was out, and I sat
with lunch and the Meacham book on Franklin and Winston while the big bed quilt
went around and around. The air was
filled with the sound of cell phone users.
Today it wasn’t a tool of communication, instead it was a way to let off
steam. I wasn’t interested.
Home to lunch and more Franklin and Winston. Then, unwilling to be cocooned in my deep
chair, I pulled out a fresh piece of paper and a half dried up pen. My twenty-first century doodle doesn’t have
the fresh charm that the girl on the beach does, nor does it have the
compositional quality of the coffee cup on the window sill. But I doodled, and that was all that
mattered.
Sketching...since I cannot paint, I have sketched in the past...but what it really amounts to is copying...not art.
ReplyDeleteI am caught up in Ann Cleeve's White Nights. No doodles here,just crochet for my artistic release. Lunch at the launder-mat. at sounds grand. I walked by ours on the way to the Vets office with dogs.
ReplyDeleteI am caught up in Ann Cleeve's White Nights. No doodles here,just crochet for my artistic release. Lunch at the launder-mat. at sounds grand. I walked by ours on the way to the Vets office with dogs.
ReplyDeleteIf I had one tenth of your talent!
ReplyDeleteI love the doodles.....just a few lines that express so much....
ReplyDeleteConsider it a blessing to have that talent. I have no ability to draw, sketch, or paint.
ReplyDeleteI read all day yesterday -- some 'fluff', but I enjoyed it. Began STELLA BAIN today. Interesting.
Will try tai chi, probably next fall.
ReplyDeleteMakes me wonder how many of those cell phone users think nothing of taking their conversations into the bathroom with them. Uggggh!
ReplyDeleteMage, your talent always awes me. I can see your gift in every stroke, every line of your drawings.
ReplyDeleteoh! I almost feel like I'm there! Love this little visual poem...graphite haiku! xoxo c!
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