In trying to find my so called Zentangle "style," I came across a paradigm that I find comfortable and fun. It helps motivate me to do more and I enjoy the results much more than my other Zentangle endeavors. So I gave it a name. A Tangleburst - a burst of tangles coming from one central large element. Hopefully some of you will want to see and know more. Enjoy:
Monday, July 8, 2013
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Monday, May 6, 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Friday, April 5, 2013
Friday, March 29, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
The world goes 'round and I am its toy. Like a cat with a bell, it bats me across the room, spins me around on my ass, drops me from great heights, and then tucks me under its smelly armpit while it takes a nap.
I don't believe in destiny or fate or that there really is any sort of grand purpose to life. And yet the more forcefully I don't believe, the more life pushes back, sending cryptic messages floating endlessly in my bathroom sink until one day I notice the corked bottle and pull it from the sudsy warm water.
The rolled up note inside says it all. Intention clear as a bright winter noon. Causality unshrouded. Purpose gloriously revealed. Except the note is written in ancient Sumarian and I cannot read it. I know, somehow, that I am holding the keys to the kingdom in my hand, but they are slippery with soap and my fingers fail to grasp them. Down the drain they slide and with them my chance for enlightenment.
I say "my chance" as if there is but one. With questions so large, surely there are more chances. Because I know the answers. Somehow. Somewhere deep in my thick skull I know there is more. Perhaps I simply choose not to try. Perhaps I am scared. Or tired. Or too damaged.
Eventually the cat hits the bell hard enough and it no longer rings. The world has no use for a bell that cannot chime.