Sometimes I have NO IDEA where a doodle comes from. I was freezing cold and disappointed with my day, and thought I might doodle a sad little disappointed doodle, possibly a woman drowning in a sea of tears she'd cried herself.
But somehow the figure turned into a defiant and proud swimmer, complete with goggles!
And then the goggles turned into a wreath...
And then the swimmer turned into Adonis...
And there you have it! Mysterious doodle origins.
Also, my calendar this month has pictures each day of something from the Italian Renaissance, so I suppose I have been thinking about revisiting and renewing the classics. Maybe that had a little something to do with doodling Mr. Adonis, too.