Plum Doodles 420, 421, 422
journal fragment from of July 25, 2025
Dreamed about giving tarot readings.
I dreamed of other things but I don’t remember.
Too hot.



I spy a cat on Timoteo’s lap.
What color are her stripes?
They’re the color of the night!
August 3rd, 2025
Hudson Valley, NY
I often use scribbles as the genesis for paintings. 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.
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I love the liveliness in both the short poem and the sketches.
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hurray! thank you
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Plum lines render cats / and enneagrammatic / informal greeting
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Wow, 10,000! So, per Malcolm Gladwell’s “Outliers” thesis, if you’d spent an hour on each one you’d have attained mastery over plum doodling by the time you completed the last… Familiar, famiglia. Yes (I may have mentioned it before): I think that’s the origin. Wise women living alone and close to nature in Italy (perhaps called “streghe” by the Pope-pandering patriarchy) whose “famiglia” consisted of animals with whom they had formed social bonds. Felines, sure, maybe even the occasional old lone wolf. (X-ref the late Michael Blake’s novel, which he dedicated to Exene Cervenka for letting him live in her house while writing it…)
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If I paint only a fraction of the plums – I will surpass 10,000 hours. Doodling, posting, and writing – maybe that will take 10,000 hours.
Dancing with cats, with wolves – more preferable than dancing with most humans.
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Holly, you had me when I saw the title of your blog post. Especially as someone with four cats (two of which are my primary and secondary Feline Familiars), how could I not read this? Also, when I began reading the text of the post, I first thought it was a Haiku, but it is not (smile).
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I added a little mmore – though not a haiku.
I spy a cat on Timoteo’s lap.
What color are her stripes?
They’re the color of the night!
Big love to you! x
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I love it! Thank you!!
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hurray!
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