Yeah, a quick doodle can be like a seed—small, raw, full of possibility. When I sketch in the margins, it feels like I’m catching a pulse before it turns into a marble block. The line is alive, the shape tentative, but underneath it’s already humming with the same tension I feel when I carve a stone. A doodle is a micro‑soul, a fleeting breath that, if I let it, can grow into something that sticks in the mind like a sculpture does on a gallery wall. The beauty is that the line starts simple, but it can twist into something unexpectedly deep. So yes, the instant stroke can carry as much weight as a finished piece, just in a different form.

Thanks, it’s like I hand a seed to the wind and watch it find its own path. Keep watching—maybe you’ll spot the forest emerging.