Eight weeks in to my doodle experiment, I realized I don't really know how to draw.
#doodleaday: nerf launch
Totally not intended as a phallic symbol, and yet:
#doodleaday: The power of Kleenex
Today's doodle: Kleenex vs. the forces of gravity. That, and I just realized today would have been my grandmother Alice's 89th birthday.
#doodles: rainbows and carnations
I biked through a rainbow this week. The days are getting longer. In my dreams I travel: to the coast, to Europe, to the moon.
#doodleaday: On lizards and ducks
Lizards, ducks, greenery abounds.
#doodleaday: Ecological romance
I suspect that the orchids on the windowsill are more than friends.
#doodleaday: On learning to evolve
I had a moment of cultural panic last night at the airport.
Blossoms of all kinds
February, you month of months, has truly started to look up. Here are some doodles from this week:
There were no doodles last week because Ryan and I were busy snorkeling, hiking, eating delicious Chinese and Hawaiian food, and enjoying time with my brother, sister-in-law and family on Oahu. Here are a few snippets:
A week in #doodles
A week in doodles. In drawing these I am tempted to spill secrets, but that's not the point here. The point is showing the quotidian; the important tiny discoveries that happen every day.
#doodleaday: Raven with roses
Amah would have loved the image: her great-great-grand-niece holding a bouquet of pink roses, standing in the middle of her piano room.
#doodleaday: on storms
A storm is brewing. It is the earliest, most vulnerable time of spring. Sometimes I catch narcissus hiding out behind dumpsters.
#2doodles
February is always a month of memories. Maybe it's because it's so sleepy out. I've been dreaming of Schubert and butterflies.
#doodleaday: breathing
People are not vaccinating their kids. [gulp] There's a storm coming. This weekend we memorialize Amah. Work is...well, it exists, so that's good. This week the main goal is to breathe.
#doodleaday: dreaming of snow
Dear Sugar tells me to "write like a motherfucker." I can't stop thinking of the snow in New York. I went running on my lunch break in shorts and a t-shirt. I am dreaming of snow.
#doodleaday: Who doesn't dream of being Diane Keaton?
I have been dreaming of leaving the country. It's all versions of the same dream I've had since 2007, the day I returned to American soil after a year away. The dream evolves over time. Now I'm dreaming of a bustling, vibrant place, somewhere I can walk for hours, then hole up and write it all down: all the smells, all the colors, all the sounds. Today's doodle is inspired by that.
#doodleaday: which half of half-n-half is the better half?
Milk fairy, anyone?
#doodleaday: on sounds and fury
The sounds and furies of office life, complete with braids:
#doodleaday: French manicure
Today's doodle: letting it all grow out.
#doodleaday: rejected
The career of an "aspiring writer" is one of constant hucking: submissions, proposals, essays, yadda yadda. Maybe it's time to stop aspiring. Say: fuck the system. My brain is tired.
#doodleaday: plants on the windowsill
Sometimes I envy the plants on the windowsill, though their view isn't the greatest.