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.
What constraints do I need to have in place so that I can do my best creative work and produce images I’m proud of?
Why is it more difficult to make creative work when I’ve rested all day? Shouldn’t the energy I’ve saved through rest be fuel to maximise creative output?
If something feeds the soul and something else drains it, why is it so difficult to prioiritise the thing that’s good for us?
How do we know when something is done and what’s the value of calling something done even if we’re not happy with how it turned out?
A line can be one of two things: confident or competent. Can it ever be both?
