Plum Doodles 535, 536, 537

So much pressure from every fucking direction I didn’t know I could ever feel free again. Even for a minute.

Glimpses of getting my life back.
Glimmers of belonging to myself.

I remember when my life was my own. I didn’t imagine it. 

January 29th, 2026
Hudson Valley, NY

10,000 Plum Doodles Project 

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.