…it’s something to do when you are bored, or trying to listen, or simply quiet. It’s contemplative without being pretentious, and is refreshingly childlike. There is nothing to lose, nothing to waste, no lines to stay in or audiences to impress.
Art is supposed to be about finding yourself, but doodling is a way to lose yourself, to stop trying to connect with yourself and put pen to paper just for the sake of the act.
It doesn’t take a sketchbook. It doesn’t take a deep knowledge of your soul and how art should awaken it.
It’s a marker and a scrap of paper. A clothes pin and a few quiet moments. It doesn’t have to be profitable, it doesn’t have to be beautiful. It is a minute, a few breaths in a day of coloring inside of life’s lines.
Perhaps that is what art was always supposed to be.