Essay On Doodle Addiction

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I have an addiction. An obsession with colored markers and pens, thick and thin. A fixation for zig zags, loops, and spirals eating across my paper and blending into my notes. A doodle is an art form that really has no form. There is no formula, no guideline, no boundary for doodling; instead, for me, it is simply a meditative process. The repetitive patterns slow my breathing as the picture evolves. Often I have no plan. With pen in hand, my mind fades away, and I never know where it will take the drawing, often surprising even myself with the final outcome.
Similarly, I often have no plan when I sit down to experiment with sounds on the piano, an instrument I have played and enjoyed for years. The keys, physically, are black and white. They feel cold and hard to my touch; yet they help me unwind. As I sit down to play, my shoulder blades relax in my back, I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and my fingers begin to float across the keyboard. I do not lose sight of the fact that there are certain rules to abide by while playing, which sharps and flats create a harmonious sound, the timing of the piece, or how each note should be played by a specific finger. But, just like when doodling, my truest joy comes from losing myself in …show more content…

Everything is black and white with little open to subjectivity. I love math for its deductive, logical reasoning, only having one right answer, plain and simple. Science satisfies my need for reasonable predictions and quantifiable results. There are rules and sequences to follow in an organized manner. That’s my world, where everything is in order. I always show up on time for appointments, I hate clutter, and I bind my notes in sections as the school year progresses, filing them away in neatly labeled folders. So who is this person that loves to doodle? Whose notes are these with decorative banners and colorful headings? Whose “to do” lists and outlines are masterfully

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