At work I have a few decades of targeted experience under my belt, and am happy to manage large projects, offer collaborative support, and share informed perspectives. When doodling, I’m a literal two-year-old. No plan, all joy! Make a mess! Show my mom! Barrel ahead!
Most of my doodles seem to exist in their own universe. They might grow out of a scribble, and retain loose, unconstructed lines:
Other times I suspect them of deriving from some happy memory that lurks in my subconscious:
This lack of a singular style used to unsettle me, but what’s the worry? Doodling is about letting my brain relax and creativity flow. No need to categorize it, impose structure upon it, or otherwise rein it in. Think of geniuses like Otto Soglow who, beginning in the 1920s, moved from layered, textured work to his (signature) line drawings in later decades. We all contain multitudes, and I’m only two years old.