What's a studio doodle?
It's an artwork I throw together spontaneously when I've reached an impasse, or I'm percolating my next move, or I've nothing serious going on and wish I did, or I just don't feel like doing anything serious at all. The point is to be in the studio and do something, anything, even if it's just a doodle.
These three paintings are studio doodles, doodled one day when there was left-over paint on the palette and some cord I had used making a welted throw pillow.
I've doodled often throughout the years. Most doodles were discarded. I thought enough of these three to tuck them away. My most outstanding doodle, however, was devoured by a creature of the night.
My most fascinating doodle involved an alternator--the thing that makes a car go. When my car died one day and the prognosis was to replace the alternator, I brought the broken one home.
An alternator looks a lot like a motherboard. It's very mechanical looking and very pretty in an industrial sort of way--lots of pins and colorfully wrapped wires. I decided to incorporate it in an art piece. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
I spent a day in my kitchen baking sheets and drips and dabs of acrylic paint--experimenting between thick and thin layers, which I poured out on a cookie sheet. Then dried them in the oven and draped them on the alternator. The exercise was fascinating. The sheets of dried paint would just peel off the cookie sheet, thick in some places thin in others--pending on the pour. The sheets were very pliable yet relatively strong. They draped easily.
Where they were thin the color of the sheet below showed through and formed a third color. And through them all you could still see the alternator. The experimental nature of studio doodles is you often stumble into something new to do with your materials.
When the composition pleased me, I stopped and hung the piece on the wall in the den where Honey and I admired my handiwork that evening. The next morning, it was gone. The only thing hanging on the wall was the alternator. The cat ate every shred of Cadmium paint,a poisonous pigment from what I had read. But not for cats. Dooley looked just fine sitting atop the counter waiting for breakfast.