Going through a pile of artwork that I've amassed over the years, I found one of the ink doodles I used to make when I was in High School. My peak time to work on these was in my Mathematics class, which frequently got me into trouble, with comments such as "if you only spent as much time on your maths as you do on your drawing...." Consequently I failed 'O' (Ordinary) level Maths, which is quite an extraordinary thing to do - I guess I just wasn't interested. (I must add, that though this prevented me from becoming an astronaut, physicist, engineer, architect etc. I'm in fact a whizz at my personal finances!) My school books were covered in these doodles and later when I began work, my desk blotter looked much the same!
They would often have groovy lettering amid the hearts and flowers and shooting stars. I sometimes think I must have been a Tattoo Artist in a past life! Much later I began doing similar doodles in paint ...
I can still sit absorbed working on these for ages and have made loads of them, big and small. What these doodles say about my mind?....... mmmm!