Do you accept shitty, half-assed, sticky-note doodles?
Doodle and story behind it
I drew this doodle after getting another from a different artist. A little over a year ago, an artist I was following decided to put up a small sticker shop, so I went ahead and got one to show her a little support. The sticker was nice enough when it arrived of course, but alongside it was a personal thank you doodle from her. That gesture of a pure and personal desire to communicate through art is something I treasure dearly. To this day, that doodle is stuck to my computer desk alongside the sticker, and I’m gonna hold onto that little doodle for the rest of my life if I can.
At the time, the doodle inspired me to try and very quickly make something of my own. In my head I imagined maybe spending a minute or so without erasing anything, so I ended up with this. Despite the result, I love seeing it, and I actually stuck him on my door. It was never about the quality, but about the events, emotions, and process that lead to what I expressed. When I see it, I am reminded of that fact every day. I do not lament art being “bad,” I am grateful for everyone who wishes to express themselves through art.
Do you accept shitty, half-assed, sticky-note doodles?
Doodle and story behind it
I drew this doodle after getting another from a different artist. A little over a year ago, an artist I was following decided to put up a small sticker shop, so I went ahead and got one to show her a little support. The sticker was nice enough when it arrived of course, but alongside it was a personal thank you doodle from her. That gesture of a pure and personal desire to communicate through art is something I treasure dearly. To this day, that doodle is stuck to my computer desk alongside the sticker, and I’m gonna hold onto that little doodle for the rest of my life if I can.
At the time, the doodle inspired me to try and very quickly make something of my own. In my head I imagined maybe spending a minute or so without erasing anything, so I ended up with this. Despite the result, I love seeing it, and I actually stuck him on my door. It was never about the quality, but about the events, emotions, and process that lead to what I expressed. When I see it, I am reminded of that fact every day. I do not lament art being “bad,” I am grateful for everyone who wishes to express themselves through art.