I have made doodles while calling people. I have made doodles in the middle of meetings.

I have made doodles in classes, in waiting rooms, in cars, on vacation, in airplanes, in coffee shops, at food courts in malls, in the morning, at night. I have even dreamed that I was making doodles.

I have made heads, heads smoking cigars and heads kissing, heads touching each other’s noses, I have made men and women with big smiles, ghosts and boxers, and bears drinking wine, boys with chainsaw eyes, birds carrying buckets, bats and bread ties, octopus people, I have made vampires, zombies and snakes with long legs.

Doodles are directly connected to the subconscious. I feel that they are signs; quiet memes that inhabit our lives. They could be seen as cartoon representation of reality and dreams. It could be said that doodling is the art of the margin. If we were to decide that the Google Doodles should be considered a higher form of doodling, more close to illustration than doodling, my own drawings would appear on the opposite end of the spectrum, closer to those of Luise von Mecklenburg-Strelitz, Queen of Prussia.

Doodles might not be created to stand the test of time; they are usually made quickly without a plan, and, while doing something else. Continuing to doodle over a 30-year span, I have started to see them as a kind of durational performance with familiar entities coming back to haunt the present.

This project is a compilation of doodles that I made from 1993 to the present time. The drawings are printed on two metal prints (20 in X 20 in).