she doodled. first it was stuff on random pieces of paper, things that had no story – just feeling. with time, she started to collect her doodles, intending to use them in her oil paintings.
it had now been more than 4 years since the blue girl had touched a brush. and she missed it dearly…there was something just so fulfilling about that feeling one got from the first stroke of paint on a canvas. but, she kept doodling and collection them – “just in case I ever have the time to open up the old easel.” she would answer unasked questions about what she was doing with all that junk she referred to as inspiration.
she didn't have time, she never had time. but she needed to get so much out of her system. so, she decided to start keeping pocket sized notebooks where she could doodle all she wanted. then, since she couldn’t ever find the time to actually get them on a canvas, she decided to do them in color. long story short – the blue girl had collected more than a few doodling notebooks.
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Doodlelarina bayiliyorum mavilim. Hadi su Meyra'nin esekli siirini de bir doodlelayiver de goreyim seni. ;-)
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