I've recently culled my class notebooks from graduate school. I'm sure there's interesting stuff in there, but deciphering my handwriting isn't worth it, and if I don't want to do it, who will? So into the recycling bin they went.
But I did see a few things that seemed worth preserving: doodles.
My usual doodles consist of arrows going in different directions, or yin/yang symbols. That tendency goes back to high school, I think, but it really picked up steam in grad school. So I'm not showing those.
These doodles are more interesting than repetitious patterns. Some are related to the class content:
Some have an element of almost Dada poetry, or maybe it's just free association:
This one may have been a comment on graduate school, or the state of the human condition as it seemed at that moment:
Others are just... whatever:
I really like this guy in a suit.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Doodles from a Decade
Posted at 1:24 PM
Categories: It Came from the Basement
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I see that you too are a veteran of the metaphor/metonymy wars.
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