Noodling is a word I use to describe when I’m messing around. A bit like play. Maybe there’s some idea, or starting point, that sits me down with a pencil in hand, but often there isn’t. Most of the time, when I sit down to draw for fun, I truly have no idea where the marks I’m making will go.
But, I also know that without a little noodling, I’ll never make a pasta. It’s become one of the most important parts of my art practice.
Whether we’re aware of it or not, humans tend to be able to feel the human effort behind work.
If it’s rare for the first thing that anyone makes to be the greatest of all time, then do we have no other choice but to keep making?
Which two names come to mind when we think about the crew of the Apollo 11 space mission, and why isn’t one of them “Mike”?
If the beginning of every years is spent anticipating the year to come, what does it mean for celebrating the year we’ve just lived?
How do I know if reading books, playing video games, going for walks and doing chores around the house is procrastination or rest?
