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.