I have been doodling since I was able to hold a pen
Scribbling on school books was an automatic habit
Totally unintentional, I didn’t know what I was doing
My hands do their thing while my mind is elsewhere
Only after doodling many years I started wondering
If the significance of an hidden aspect is appearing.
I am always scribbling, half conscious, half sleeping
Am I sketching what my subconscious is revealing?.
Faces within faces appear, strangely familiar images
There is no telling if my genetic memory is engaging
I scrutinize them consciously now, once they appear
Scan them into digital format, dissecting meticulously
Suboriginal is the term I have bestowed upon my art
When I am finished I release them loose to the www
They are constantly changing while I am expounding
Even afterwards they will go on changing according
The state of the mind of who may be perceiving them.
I am not merely the executor of my art, I live my work!.
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