A drawing Küntay made when he was only six years old.”

We are all born with certain genetic codes. Life presents us with a common path: go to school, graduate, get a job, get married, build a stable routine… Most people follow this route. But some of us —like me— fall outside these generalizations. We get labeled as failures, misfits. We become “the others” in society; judged, nicknamed, and placed into categories. ​ I grew up inside those categories. The “naughty one,” the one who “doesn’t understand,” the one who “always makes mistakes.” I was always a bit on the outside, a bit “less than.” Throughout my education, I was treated as unsuccessful. Sure, there were things I was good at —but they weren’t considered “real achievements.” In Turkey, being good at PE or art class doesn’t impress anyone. But for me, those classes were oxygen. ​ The system never asked me what I truly wanted, and it pushed me through high school without offering any real choices. During those years, I had a talent I wasn’t even aware of: drawing. It wasn’t just a talent—it was an inner impulse. When I was a kid, psychologists said I had attention deficit and hyperactivity; medication was optional, but I kept ignoring what wasn’t working in my mind for years. And inside that avoidance, a space of my own was born: an unstoppable urge to draw. ​ My drawings were me. They showed the chaos in my head, my freedom, a place where mistakes didn’t exist but also didn’t matter. They didn’t belong to any movement; they came purely from within. Over time, I began calling it “Doodlism.” Because “doodle” comes from the act of scribbling, and I turned those scribbles into a language —into art. Later, I shared this style with people, held workshops, and helped others draw from their inner world. What started with me gradually became a movement. The reason I’m writing this manifesto is simple: years later, when I shared my drawings on Instagram, many people said they had never seen anything like it. And I didn’t know there were others who drew the way I did. So I wanted to share my story, my naming, my journey. And I finally gave this urge a name. The drawing above is something I made when I was a child. It still sits in my studio, its ink dry, almost ready to take flight… It reminds me of one truth: everyone is different, and everyone should do whatever their inner voice tells them. I honestly don’t care what you think about my drawings anymore. Because I’m doing what I love. Love