Quite often, the last thing I'll do before I quit for the night is pick up a pencil and see what comes out. Invariably I'll draw faces. A loose line will suggest something, like a wisp of smoke, and I'll allow that shape to come together. Once I see a face emerge, I might set it a challenge, like convey an emotion or a word.Sometimes I get involved and settle in for an enjoyable little scribble.
These two came to me before bed last night. Enthusiasm and Mild Disdain.
There's no psychoanalysis here. (maybe there is, but I just don't recognise it). Just doodles.
Some people drink cocoa.
