with my hands i concrete my mind's thoughts. it can be in the form of illustration, literature, or crafts. i just do what i do. i focus on what i want to put forward...what i want to communicate...what i want to say out loud. I don't really think of what others will think. i just work and work and work. it's for my own pleasure, you see? it's something for me.
but unexpected things are always welcome. compliments, for example. i did not expect that someone would actually read my thoughts. i did not expect that someone would actually find them good. i keep on wondering why? - why? why? why? - i just write...say what's on my mind. I don't even bother to use proper punctuation or whatever for that matter. i just write...think and type...
sometimes, especially when undergoing extreme boredom or intense feelings, i turn my attention to doodling. doodles. doodles. doodles. am i using my noodles? well...i think i am. i construct different images... swirly smoke-like thingies and your left eye...ragdolls in black and weird things in white...geometrical shaded shapes and lines that construct jibbididaii...hey, they are just doodles. but then again, the unexpected things...
i'm just bringing out what's in my mind. why? why? why?
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Usually, asking the "what?" can help you come to a response to the "why?"
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