MUSHY'S DOODLES

Going through some old papers I brought home after retiring, I discovered three surprisingly good drawings on scraps of paper and cardboard, that had at one time or the other must have pushed the hands of a slow day or boring marathon staff meeting. I say they are surprising because I think they are good, for elaborate doodles, and for the fact that I obviously drew them. Although, I cannot, for the life of me, remember doing them or the reasons or events in my life that made them what they are. I can only surmise they accomplished their goal since the spawn of their burden lingers not.

Hope you enjoy them as much as I did in finding them. I have interpreted them from raw feeling, not memory – you are welcome to make up your own.

“I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me”

I call this one “High Maintenance” - It is a composite of all those young things that required more than I cared to offer. I do not remember if any were worth more effort, but since I am left wondering I suppose they were not.

Since a tear is prominent, I suppose either she or I cared at the time, whatever minute of time was spent. However, obviously the ornate earrings symbolize both the attention she would have required and the coolness returned.

Finally, the levelheaded lady with no visible mouth must have left no memorable words on either side of passion.


"Transcend, Purify, Glorious"

I call this one “Transcend” - We move through life changing what we are more than who we are – moving constantly toward the seventh level – perfection, if that can truly be obtained. Surely as we move we must change our halo of color – some good, some bad, but all seen by someone. After all, we can only hide from ourselves.

“Pride is the Father of all Sins”

I call this one “Reflection” – The monster of “pride” must be a hideous creature since “envy” is said to be only “green eyed.” So how would we identify him if he came knocking at the door? I can only attest to having met him once and that I lost everything soon afterwards, but I do not recall his face. I think his face is pleasing and quite ordinary, otherwise he would not be welcomed in so easily – so often.