Scribblings
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2 min readSep 4, 2017
My eyes are closed and an open sketch book lies in my lap. With crayon in hand, I think of a question, or sense a feeling then suddenly without conscious intention I scribble lines on the paper.
I scribble for three seconds and stop.
Once I have scribbled, I take at random lines and see what jumps out at me.
This one could also be named Sail Boat Slams into the Rocky Shore. My wife saw a heeled shoe; she likes to interpret these images but take them at face value. I get a kick out of coming up with a title.