discarded

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counted as worthless

we take what we want and throw away the rest

underneath

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Just thought I'd post one of my contour drawings.

Looking closely at the underside of this flower I saw such beauty. We tend to glance quickly at the surface... and rarely take the time to look at what's underneath.

doodle

This will be my scribble-doodle blog. Ever since I was about 10 I kept art journals, on and off. Now my poor journal shelf is straining under the weight…. so I think a blog might be my best bet. In my journaling I’d create a little doodle to express a thought that came to me. Writing and doodling, for me, is like time to meditate on a thought… time to think it over. My journaling is very sporadic… the doodles are usually done very quickly, while the thought is fresh. Life races on. I like to pause and doodle every now and then. It’s my slow down time. The rat-race of life doesn’t ever seem to stop. (Even if I keep thinking: ‘I just have to hop this next hurdle’) If we stay on the race track it won’t. I don’t want to run my race without noticing the scenery… I never regret those times when I’ve paused… stepped off the track… let it rush on by… to just enjoy that point in the journey. Well, hopefully I stay true to this word and actually pause now and then to post something. =)