Some shapes reminded me of cherries, which led to trees. Then I found myself thinking about a wind-swept tree I’d noticed at the weekend. This took my doodling mind to mountains and hills and white horses on hillsides. Then in crept a parrot tulip with wonderful jagged edges that I’d noticed in a friends’ garden.
I can see the value in doodling as a way of stirring the imagination and letting some subconscious impressions out – a sort of visual stream of consciousness.
I don’t want to stop doodling! I must do it more often.