I have an headache. Been lying down for an hour or two, half asleep. Feel a bit better now, but not really. I have to meet a friend in a few hours and I still want to get a little work done today, but I can't seem to find my stuff. Where are the brushes and the ink I wanted to use? Didn't I bring them?
I end up doodling in a sketchbook. Scribbles and squirly lines. Then I vaguely remember someone I read about who was an art teacher and she gave her students the assignment to draw spirals. Perhaps it was Lynda Barry. I can't remember. You had to draw spirals and draw them really meticulously so the lines would be as close together as you can get them, but they couldn't touch each other or you would get electrocuted. Kind of a meditation thing, I guess.
I draw a spiral. really slow. The lines as close together as I can.
I get bored.
Draw a spiral really fast: woosh-woosh-woosh, around and around - lines all over each other.
Then I make a sequence: first a fast spiral, then somewhat slower. Another, even slower. A final one, very slow.
It's a comic. An abstract comic. Yeey!
It's an abstract comic about time. See how productive I got, even with an headache. I made an abstract comic masterpiece about time and the universe and...
OK. I'm just kidding. It's just a stupid doodle.
But there is a lot to be seen here. Questions to be asked... Why do I think the fast spirals look better than the slow ones? And why is it that the fast one are obviously "less controlled", but in a way the slow ones show my lack of ability to control the lines more. How I can't quite manage to control the line-distance. Even the shakiness of my hand comes through more. So in a way, maybe the slow ones are "less controlled"?
I'm sure there are more things to be said about this.
But I still have an headache. Maybe I should eat something....
(Oh, for the record: it was Lynda Barry. In her book "Syllabus - notes from an accidental professor", page 76. Nice book. Check it out.)