A long, long time ago, in a closet far away...
Before Magic Erasers were beamed down to Earth for cleaning walls... I doodled in my bedroom closet. I was maaaaybe four or five, so I used crayon, like most artists at that stage in their careers. The result was very avant garde, and pretty permanent on the new, highly textured wall paper. Either that or they left it there on purpose so I could be reminded of my error for-ever. And it truly seemed like forever too. When we moved out, my grandparents moved in. The doodles remained. When they moved out, it was rented. The doodles remained. When my grandmother moved back in, there was that darn doodle, still reminding my parents of "that time you-know-who doodled on her closet wall". The last time I was in the house, almost 30 years after that day when I thought "Hey, it would be awesome to add a little graffiti in this closet..." the doodle was still there. "Hey look! Remember when you drew on your closet wall when you were little?" By that time my family had pretty much gotten used to the idea that doodling on walls was going to be a "thing" with me. And any other canvas within reach. Maybe there were a couple of relatives or two that hoped I would snap out of it some day and choose a more lucrative hobby--but for the most part it was just accepted that I was gonna be an artist (at best) or at least a chronic doodler (at worst). Today I still get that same thrill when I pick up a pencil or pen. Especially if I am about to attack a wall or other large, expensive-to-fix item. There is always that little doubt: "Should I do this or not? It could be amazing. But if it goes wrong, it is going to be so wrong." I cope with the presence of that little voice of reason by trying to draw something everyday. Even if it's just a doodled set of cartoon eyes or some squiggles on my grocery list. I would love to say that doing this has earned me acclaim and recognition, and that I have to wade through adoring fans wanting autographed eyeball stickers. In real life, it just means I have a pretty stellar collection of doodled grocery lists. I found one tucked in a notebook the other day that was ten years old. If a grocery list doodle will last ten years, and a closet scribble will last (at least) 30...that must mean that doodles are forever. So think about that the next time you draw one of those happy sunshines around the hole in your notebook paper. (Because I know you have probably done that.) What you carelessly doodle today could one day be the biggest archaeological discovery of the future. Especially if you use crayon. Because apparently, that sh** is eternal. Here's what's on the doodle board this week: *It is likely that any post on this website contains affiliate links for products I recommend. If you buy or sign up using my links, I earn a teensy commission at no extra cost to you. Disclosure here. *
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