There was a time in my life when I used to "chat" on the phone quite a bit. Nowadays I barely say more than "I'm on my way" and "do we need milk?". I don't miss the endless yammering really, I prefer texting or face-to-face. But – – what I do miss is the doodling. I would doodle for hours while on the phone – sometimes "drawing" entire conversations in a marvelous state of complete and utter unselfconsciousness. And because I was not worried about pleasing anyone or what the final result would be, I actually drew better. In fact, the work was often much better – because I wasn't getting in the way of myself. One's ego can really fuck up good work, pardon my French. Anyhoo, not to say that the above is any great masterpiece, but it was a genuine little moment captured. A moment on a little scrap of paper where I quickly drew a very Simpson-like portrait of my father, Karlo Sr., about fifteen years ago. I love it and it's on my fridge now. MUST. DOODLE. MORE.
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