For some reason I love ink very much at this moment. Indian ink in black and sometime other colors. This morning I couldn’t stop doodling on this page and I kept on adding all kind of stuff. Like an old fashioned Freud-addict I think about what all of this means. Why did I draw this angel with a baby or a girl with a garden on her head? Why the dragon ?
I guess I would need at least a year on the couch of a shrink to analyze all that and make some sense of it. But right now I just love the ‘non’-sense of this drawing.
Anyway, keep on doodling and don’t forget to vote these days when you live in the European Union.