Doodle doo

I have just watched Heston serve his guests cock's testicles. Not a cock and ball story nor the real reason for the title of this post!

Tonight I am doodling. I am partaking of yet another art course. Can I get enough of them? Clearly not. This is a class in experimentation and we begin our dabbling with a spot of doodling. When I read our first assignment I feared that I might not enjoy it - I'm too inpatient when it comes to classes - I want to produce the masterpiece on day 1!

Of course I was proved wrong. Our lovely teacher Amelia gave us a few prompts and left us to it. I was particularly taken with the idea of dribbling inks and paints and then blowing them into streaks through a straw and seeing what happened and I can't deny that this wasn't rather wonderful fun. In fact, I was thrilled to come across a page in my sketchbook that has been growing rather slowly. It has been moulded with texture, painted and rubbed with crayon but then I just didn't know what to do with it... until now....

Then I found another page where I'd played with my new rubber stamps. That was similarly splatted. Is that blood drying over the words of a tortured lover's billez-doux? It reminds me a bit of Lady Cottingley's pressed fairy book. Tomorrow I think I'll add some pixie fingers - long and spindly.

While I waited for the paint to dry, I browsed some blogs where the Queen of Creativity herself was waiting to pass on further inspiration when i t came to those rubber stamps... In a serendipidous moment indeed she wrote how rubber stamps make a great basis for sketches, and so...

In dull moments, my doodling always was rather swirly so why should tonight be any exception?

A pleasant evening of fairy tales and doodle-dooing. I wonder what will visit me in my dreams tonight?