I’m fortunate enough to have a small room set aside to work on my creative projects. Many a happy hour is spent tucked away in there with my mountains of markers, paints, pencils etc. My cat often comes to curl up on the windowsill to the left of my desk and keeps me company until she gets bored and decides I need a break. Then she’ll start stealing pens or munching on my kneecaps to make me pay attention to her. It’s more charming than it sounds.
I wish I had photographs of my early pattern doodles done as a kid. There were hundreds of them but I can’t remember what became of them. I do have piles of doodles from the last 10 or so years.
I’ve doodled during long journeys, I’ve doodled in cafes, I’ve doodled between calls in call centres and while pupils completed exercises when I was a TEFL teacher. About the only time I didn’t doodle was when I was a graphic designer – which is partly why I’m not any more 🙂
So many years and so many doodles yet I never really did anything with any of them. I considered training as a tattoo artist but I’m not sure I could make needles and blood my friends.
Many wise proverbs speak of doing something you love and that comes naturally to you. Check and check. And so here I am…
It’s all for the love of pattern, colour and style.