the diaries

I've picked up this habit from my uncle. Collecting diaries and filling them up.... he just sits and doodles in them. Stacks and stacks of beautiful books with brilliant paper in just pen work - an occasional hint of colour here and there... He never thinks when he doodles..or he does but it hardly concerns what he's putting down on paper... i liked that bit.... my friends call it my trance when i sit at a stretch and just fill up pages one after an another... and its fun to flip through these books later... i read whatever i want from things i'd drawn some time ago...