Often when I am in a phone conversation or my mind is elsewhere, I find that I have been doodling. My subconscious is expressing itself.
I remember that this one was a difficult discussion.
One might call it Hypo Art. Images from down under. Sublimages.
These noodlings have survived because
as I was throwing them in the trash
I looked at them and thought, huh!
So instead, I tossed them on one of my piles.
Unconscious poetry, speaking from the dark.
What are my dreams telling me?
Who are these friends?
Where have I stuffed these emotions?
This kind of art is done without agenda. Without deadlines. Without ambition. It simply flows. And is what it is.
Mostly the ideas are nonrepresentational. But occasionally one of them peeks out to say hello.
Do you doodle? Are you giving voice to your shyer musings?