I like to doodle. With an extra fine black pen on a piece of ordinary white paper.
The black ink is so stark, yet so controlled, so elegant because the line is so finely precise.
Doodling is one of earliest ways I remember to cope with frustration, with worry, with stress. It relaxes me.
There’s something about setting pen to paper that feels like raw creativity, pure play – no agenda – no picture in mind – just giving myself over to the moment.