Doodles (Pen, Marker, Paper)


Marks :: Studies in Line and Color

My Doodles came about by necessity. I was an advocate (i.e. volunteer lobbyist) for arts-based and creative pro businesses, as well as the arts in general. A large part of my time, in those days, was spent in lobbies waiting to meet with elected officials, developers, philanthropists, etc.–and oh-so-little time in my studio producing my own Extreme Collage work.

Back then I was a rabid user of public transit which meant I spent 3 or more hours a day on buses getting to and from meetings. The rest of my work day I devoted to my arts-business incubator/artists chamber of commerce: Working Artists Network. My time filled up with planning and delivering business workshops for artists, producing round tables meant to deliver the best possible routes to success for members of WAN, finding and delivering healthcare and discount programs to my members. And although I managed to produce work, it was always against a deadline for specific events in which I was enrolled. I would create anywhere from a single work to dozens in the week (yep, that’s singular) leading up to the event.

There was no time for real reflection, percolation, exploration in terms of my own artistry.

The lack of artistic exercise got to me–my creative juices felt like they were atrophied, on their way to petrification. So I did what all artists do, I improvised.

I went shopping and picked up a Manga art pad, fine point Sharpie markers, Bic Mark it permanent markers (acid-free ink), and a set of Staedtler triplus fineliner pens. The goal was to do studies about marks (lines)–short and long marks, straight and curved lines in different colors, marks that were cross hatched, in parallel, overlapped.

It was easy to do the work on the bus and in the lobbies. It became such a fulfilling exercise that in the end it sated that starving part of me. The work nourished my soul and fueled my passion for the advocacy work I did for others like me–solo artists and creatives who just wanted to do what they were compelled to do, be who they already undeniably were.

My Doodles became quite popular. One of them even brought a grown man to tears, a man who only just discovered his love of great art (when he took possession of the piece that moved him to tears he told me the only other artist’s work that triggered that reaction was his favorite….Picasso. It was a humbling moment…)

And so with this background story, I give you my most OCD-laden work, my Doodles…

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