Plum Doodles 471 and 472
journal fragment from September 21st, 2025
pre-new moon time:
I let go of not being able to afford new contact lenses and winter boots.
I let go of fear of winter.
September 21st, 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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What a Wonderful thought the life of Dreams. all I can say is even the best of things never lasts and think deeply about everything you pray for past present and what the future might hold and still it might not be the dream that was dreamt.
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The fear of winter / is a well established drive / it’s the fear of death
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