Often wonder about the unintentional way you produce strange little results.

 

Taking a photograph. Do you realise there in front of your eyes the symmetry and echo?

 

Drawing whimsy. Do you have the strange story on the end of a pen’s nib that is waiting to change into an ongoing piece of nonsense?

 

Yellow submarine was being played on Alexa over and over because my grandson found that he loved it. My fault. I say to him that The Beatles wrote the original song from a film, Sing 1, that we had just watched. Golden Slumbers sung by Jennifer Hudson. Progressing to other songs on Alexa like Yellow Submarine, Octopuses Garden, Blackbird, etc. you develop small scenarios of carry ons. You doodle and whatever is on the peripheral guides your hands and eyes to produce.

 

Books read, programmes watched, music listened to, words in poetry and lyrics heard, etc. The visual and aural stimulations where presentations from all areas of life flicker and flit and tap the little grey cells. Dig and delve into your subconscious and appear out of nowhere at odd little given moments.

 

 

Bird Cloud.

Grass Echo

Mimicking.

Cloud Softness to

Sand Solid to

Grass Flutter

With Shadow…

Whispering.

 

 

Bird Doodle.

Feather Flutter.

Ink Spilling.

Submarine

Game Chases

Spikes Triple Carry

Marshmallow Picnic

For Toasting.