All it takes is one incorrect letter and- BAM!- St. Patrick’s Day just got creepy.
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I’ve never actually done this, so you’re witnessing awkward doodling history here. I have decided to assign myself the task of filling up a small notebook with doodles all based around a single central theme.
I chose “what?”.
So I’m going to make myself rein in the random a bit (although not too much) and focus on that one word as my initial inspiration. I’ll be posting them as I go. Some may be obvious, and some you might have to look at for a moment to see the tie-in. But it’ll be there…. honest.
Once the notebook is filled, I’m looking into ways to auction off the finished piece, with the proceeds going towards building a fund to buy our church a new passenger van. (Believe me, they need it. The one we have now is held together with dirt and prayer!) I know it won’t bring in a lot, but- hey- it’s a start.
And I want you guys to keep me honest. If you notice I haven’t posted at least one a week, you have my permission to give me tons of grief.
Sooo…..off we go!
Aloof doodles can be sooooo uppity sometimes.
I’ve been too busy to scan, but not too busy to doodle (NEVER!), so I’ve got a huge backlog of doodles lying around on envelopes, napkins, random scraps of paper, etc. This is just a tiny sampling of the cranial miscellanea that has spilled out of my pen onto paper of late.
Hope you like them, because they like you. Especially that guy at the bottom. He likes you whole bunches. Whole big, sweaty bunches. His name is Dreyfus, and he’s seriously contemplating having your name tattooed across his forehead.
So, “why is it ‘sort of a doodle’?”, you might ask.
What? You didn’t ask? Well, I’m gonna tell ya anyway, Mister Fancy Pants!
It started as a meeting doodle. No, really. I know you’re shocked. But then it was just sitting there on my desk, minding its own business, when… BAM! I watercolored the daylights out of that sucker, thus elevating it from mere “doodle” to the lofty status of “sort of doodle” for all eternity. I’m sure it’s grateful; you can see it in his eyes.