*The drawings in the following post have all been created by me during the year indicated in brackets.
I’ve been doodling/drawing for as long as I can remember.
There’s just something inherently calming about letting my frustrations out on a piece of paper by drawing a set of variably arranged lines on a piece of paper and admiring the final result. They don’t even have to be the greatest drawings; Just knowing I completed them gives me, and has always given me, a sense of pure satisfaction.
Aside from taking the time out to create actual drawings, I’ve found doodling in my notebooks extremely relaxing as well.
Doodling in class while the teacher was talking was absolutely liberating. I mean I would do the best I could to pay attention to what was being taught, but sometimes drawing a nightmarish creature sticking out its elf-birthing tongue (see below) was just so much more interesting than Newton’s laws. Besides, Newton needs to calm his shit. That
motherfucker silly goose has way too many laws.
I think this desire to constantly create art on paper that my fellow doodlers and I have stems from an innate human desire for creation.
The inexpressible contents of our mind find their way to the nearest sheet of paper in their vicinity, and we create away. We create squiggles, spirals, animals with extra/missing limbs, people who only have half a face, elephant-bird hybrids, humans with tentacles (ask the Japanese!), and other stuff that just doesn’t make sense.
But it makes sense to us.
We know that behind those nonsensical drawings lie our deepest and most unique thoughts, ideas, and desires that we haven’t been able to express in any other way.
On the other hand, I could be completely wrong.
Maybe there is no deep meaning.
Maybe we’re all just bored and kinda really fucking weird.