I've had a few
unsatisfactory attempts at tangling this week. Ones that don't look
bad, but don't provide that glow of satisfaction so needed in a week
where the rain barely stops.
Then I think about all
those gatherings of beginner's tiles the CZTs show. All those little
squares looking a lot alike but hinting at where each artist might
take this new form they are learning.
I remember my first
tile. And wonder what it would be like to go back and do one again
using only those first three tangles. Whilst of course having the
technique and confidence that about eight months of tangling has
given me.
And in it I can see
some of what I've learned. About the contrasts of light and dark,
about auras and rounding, greater control of the pen, confidence in
shading, and that better materials do pay.
This felt a worthwhile
exercise, and something I could do every so often. A kind of
revision. A reaffirmation. A visit back to the start of the maze –
only to get ready to get pleasurably lost all over again.
Just found your blog today via the Diva Challenge #170 - loved your art and your writing so much I've been reading back through your blog - having a blast - total decadence for me. Just had to comment on this one - love the last sentence - the maze and the pleasure of being lost it in. OK off to read a few more posts and then add your blog to my feed reader so I don't miss any postings. Thanks.
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