Whist with a friend and his children we found good time to sit and create. Watching them and inspired by their creative energy I loosened my grip; these lines came out. I felt the life of doodling and thought, "how could this be work...maybe this is the true work, these doodles are so free"
The liberated and pure mind of a child, acts as an opiate for the artist. His mind no longer in the word-box of an external world but in a cavern of dreams with memories of playing.
This work resists an agenda or even an answer, it is a mini homage to the child within.
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