Plum Doodles 341, 342, 343

journal fragment 3.16.2025:

Dream scraps —
Big hole. Sink hole. Someone was in  there – we needed to talk.
Soldiers. Machine guns. Shooting. People being mowed down.
More people being mowed down.
Stay in the middle. Stay still.
Tool box. Separated. Get out.
“Lion/Lioness”

crestfallen

I’m too sensitive to speak in the morning.
Remain quiet.
I feel like a little girl.
I feel like my heart + neck hurt.
I feel like crying.
I cannot speak. 

March 17, 2025
Hudson Valley, New York

10,000 Plum Doodles Project 

I often use scribbles as the genesis for a painting. These squiggles carry energy for me, and on their own, they tell a story. I call them plums because they are little treats for my imagination. I will continue adding to this project until I have reached 10,000 drawings.

John S. Hall‘s 10,000 Poems Project inspired me – but rather than writing – I decided to collect my drawings. Sometimes I write when I doodle, and sometimes I share the writing as well.