In spite of all appearances (here, anyway) the intrepid Drawing Group has continued to meet when the three of us are all able to set aside the same Tuesday mornings. Through all of life's events, whether planned or unplanned in our three lives, we prioritize where necessary so that we can convene. For so many nurturing, affirming reasons, we are approaching year 10 of our friendly practice.
Some months ago (!) I proposed that we doodle. For two of this, there was family history re: doodling. Our moms doodled regularly while talking on the phone back in the 1950's. For me, this is a distinct memory. It takes no effort to call up the image of Mom holding in one hand the ebony black receiver of our weighty rotary dial phone with its spiral cord, and in the other hand a ball point pen. Her eyes down, her pen creating geometric mazes in the corner of any available paper, she would listen and occasionally utter an uhm hmm, her pen moving to a clear space on the paper when necessary.
While sipping our fresh coffee and visiting about our moms and other topics, we three made these doodle borders. Mine is the one with the tribute mazes, and just one of us actually got to some color work!
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