Although I love the digital format of most of my scribbles, I still do many of them with pen and paper. Most don't get published, but all are loved.
There's something about pen and paper that we still haven't managed to mimic with a graphic tablet. Wacom makes some pretty dam good ones, complete with changeable tips, etc. However, I'm still attracted to the simplicity of pen and paper.
It's a different kind of simplicity though. Not the shallow type of human-invented simplicity. Rather, it's the kind of simplicity derived from an underlying complexity, as all natural things are. I think this leads to a subtle acceptance that things are just the way they are.
In any case, scribbling down drawings with pen and paper makes ideas flow. For some reason, I've never be able to mimic the complexity of my random patterns on the graphic tablet.
This leads to a different kind of art, one that was inherently purposeless, at least to the conscious mind. In my digital drawings, I usually have a purpose in mind before the first stroke is drawn. Not so with pen and paper, and evidently, I have as much clue as to what I'm drawing as my viewers. (ie: none)
So that's a long way of saying that the picture above was formed spontaneously. I don't know what I was drawing, and I don't know why I drew it. But it sure was fun.
More importantly, I've now got the 'permission' to give meaning to my work just like we irrational humans always do. So until next time, I'll be searching for that diamond on the horizon.