Scribbling on a notebook is nice sometimes

It’s not that I’m intentionally trying to do it. But this type of art completes by itself while I’m contemplating things.

green ink on a notebook

My hand starts to move and draw while talking to somebody, watching a movie online, and drinking coffee 

I’m sure any masters from any era liked scribbles

ambiguous shapes
accidental stein of ink

Various things can come out like something abstract, symbolic and undescribable 

I looked at them and thought they are like dreams I have while sleeping

Everyday we keep thinking but those unintentionally made lines give me a space to breathe

Would you like to scribble maybe?