Amy August 21, 2007

I’m a doodler.

I doodle when talking on the phone, in meetings, on the back of my train ticket, on till receipts, and curiously once on my knee during a 5 hour bus journey in Peru which didn’t wash off for ages, and I’m sure was the reason airport staff searched me on my way back through Houston…

Indeed – I’m not sure what it is, but when there is a piece of paper in front of me and a pen in my hand, a world of opportunity presents itself and I can show no restraint in wanting to fill the blank surface.

I came across this article ( today and apparently doodling can reveal a lot about what a person is thinking and feeling – a sort of exhibition of your subconscious trying to make itself heard.

Recently I stepped up in the doodling world and one of my scribbles has been included on the top of an official planning document – a small attempt on the Council’s part at making this excessively dry information a little more visually appealing to the public. Today we had a meeting to discuss this very document, and with a copy sitting in front of me I (of course) started to doodle.

In respect of my last post, I think the random additions I made to my ‘official’ doodle (which is meant to represent Wokingham – the place where I work) says it all of how I am feeling in my job at the moment, so the psychology there doesn’t really bother me too  much…


What does worry me however, is that yesterday I drew a geriatric chicken wearing flip flops….


Answers on a postcard.

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