Why do we doodle?
I have no idea. Some scientists say we're not wired to be idle. They claim it's because humans have a "precarious prehistory" which discourages inactivity.
I've also read that doodling may be an outlet for "artistic frustration": normal folks frustrated that true works of art come from "real" artists. As such, they want to contribute with their own creativity.
What do our doodles mean? The Anna Graphology Center can tell you.
I'm not really a doodler. Maybe because I have more hobbies than I need and more distractions than I want. But on those rare occasions where I *do* doodle, I take a more nerdy approach: I use MSPAINT.
My bro, Gino, called this afternoon and we talked about new projects, old projects, etc. A few minutes into the conversation I fired up MSPAINT and doodled this:
I don't know why, but the palm tree/small island/coconut image is one that has been popping up alot lately.
Maybe the island represents Los Angeles? Beautiful, but isolated? Idyllic, but remote?
And what about that lone, fallen coconut? Why did I put that there?
A coconut who has fallen from the stable branches and sheltering fronds of its nurturing tree? A coconut that has left the company and support of other coconuts?
But that lone coconut is different. It hears the roar of the ocean, awestruck by its magnitude. The coconut dreams of the ocean, and of treasure and adventure. Pulling away is difficult. It makes several exhausting attempts.
Finally, it falls.
The other coconuts seem so far away now. Even though the coconut can see the others and can talk to them whenever it wants, they are so distant. Every so often, the coconut wonders if it has made a huge mistake.
No. This is right. It didn't belong there. It wasn't happy there. Happiness is here. Or just over that ridge. Or right around the corner.
Free of its bonds, the coconut can roll to the farthest reaches of the Island at its own discretion. But this place which looked so vast from a distance now seems small and strange and unwelcoming.
The lone coconut clings desperately to the foot of the tree. It thinks about going back.
But it knows that's impossible.