Monday, 18 January 2010
05:17:57 PM (GMT)
Just a doodle of the mind. I've had this idea stuck in my head recently and
it won't leave me alone.
So, recently, I've been thinking about life. Idunno. I'm one of those people with
minds who always need to be eating something. When I run out of food, I get
I've been wondering about the people I draw.
Just the people that I doodle on papers, the ones who I haven't given stories.
No stories, no names. They're just people.
What happens to them? Who are they?
Are they just there on that paper forever, or did I really just create someone in
Is me drawing them on that paper somewhat like giving birth? They're there to exist
on their own now?
What if there's a world beyond that paper that they live in.
If there is, do they give themselves names? Or do they live without them?
Maybe I should start naming them.
Are they friends with any of the other people I doodle?
What if I didn't draw them completely? Just their heads? Do they have bodies in the
world beyond my paper?
Maybe I should start finishing them.
But then something else hit me.
What if we're like these people?
Maybe everything we see are just things someone's doodled.
And wherever they exist are things that someone beyond them created.
And they were created by someone else.
And it just goes on and on and on and on and on until.. who knows?
Maybe all the animals and flowers we see are things of total fantasy to the people
who drew us.
Maybe to them, we're sorta like fauns and elves and aliens.
Maybe all the beasts and mythical creatures we create exist in the world beyond our
and they're inside our notebooks creating other worlds themselves.
This idea's added so many what-ifs and more meaning to what I draw,
and I can't get it out of my head.
We are part of a constant chain of things creating things that create things that
create things and it goes on forever.