Doodles Austin Alexander Berry

My hand is moving with a mind of its own in a stream of creative consciousness. It may as well be a poltergeist. Rough shapes are being formed, abstract blobs that at first have no cohesion, no combined purpose. After time these strange, independent elements start to form something recognizable. The doodle I started on my paper in class has turned into a sports car. It is something of my own creation; wide, low-slung, angry, with squinting aggressive headlights, strong flared fenders, and a large open grille. The machine looks determined, ready to attack when provoked. I stare at my creation, and picture myself driving it. It is only one of the hundreds I have drawn all over my notebooks and worksheets. Give me a paper and a pencil and there will be something drawn – I simply can’t help myself. It’s something I’ve always done.

All of my art, drawings, digital, or otherwise, all start out the same. They all begin as small, independent, abstract shapes; it begins from chaos. As I continue with my work, these shapes get sculpted and formed into a recognizable cohesive piece. Every line has a meaning, everything connects and flows: the work is complete. This is why I love art and design, because it can depict life, not only in its...