I haven't been tangling that much lately - sometimes life gets in the way. But I'm starting to warm up and get back into it. Zentangle is such a welcoming old friend - it doesn't judge you if it hasn't seen you for a while, it opens the door, ushers you inside and lets you take back your favourite seat. I've warmed up gently, by enjoying the sensation of pen moving across paper, of following a line, rather than trying to tame it. And what wonderful things that can lead to...
I had read
this post from the always inspirational Helen Williams - and went away with the intention of playing with her Steps tangle. But something went a bit wrong, but I really like the wrongness. The way the thing bulges and twists and fills out in some areas but not in others. Like a creature from the deepest seas - part fish, part plant. I surround it with a few sympathetic friends, and colour the tile in murky blues and greys.
It has sat on my shelf in a little frame for the last week or so, watching me without eyes - waiting and knowing that more lines of ink will surely follow. And they do.
