doodles, atmosphere and water

The curlicue has become official, the two headed flourish standing in as character and figure.
They fall from the sky like bombs, glorified weather interpreters, or a frieze of design.


But perhaps their best gig is as a crew of pirate-floaters----parachuting behind their red smoked ship in a sea inhabited by climate personalities.

freeing the doodles

Here is a watercolor I did several years ago. I've always wanted to give doodles their due. This is what my hand does while I'm on the phone or my mind is very much elsewhere: spirals and lightening bolt curls. They show up in my paintings when they get a chance. Its as though I've reverted to the true nature of my hand---like when you let your hair do what it wants.

Blue

Its hard to write narrative for images that resist decisive plotting. And it narrows their flavor, voice, and shifty edges. One can tell stories about the picture or about how the rattle of approach defines the hoof of the horse. That can be fun. One could talk about curli-cues. I love spirals and the dreamy hand . Have always wanted to liberate the doodles. One could talk about icons or logos. A good logo is something that tatoos the retina and then stays lit in the brain tank with the other luminescent fish. Greek vases are brilliant that way.
So here, the queen of blue doodle revolution; of course the source being herself...becoming what I fondly think might be sky.