My tiles are often
influenced by my mood. A bad day often leads to me declaring I've
made a bad tile. And much like today, my tile for Day 22 of One
Zentangle a Day didn't come out how I hoped.
The tangles jarred with
one another and looked uncomfortable, and the whole lacked elegance,
fun or interest. But that doesn't particularly matter - it's not the
end result that matters, so much as the process - which was
methodical, calm and pleasing.
And it led me to having
a sort-of conversation with two tangles - which went something like
this -
ME Tagh - aren't you
ultimately the same as Printemps only filled differently?
TAGH (slightly
offended) Not really...
ME But you are.
Okay, your shape is a bit more upright and squared, and you have a
darkened dot, not a spiral, but other than that...?
TAGH I'm sure I'm
different to Printemps.
PRINTEMPS (interjecting)
It's true. We are different... It's just that you draw us the same.
ME Me? are you
blaming me for your failings.
TAGH & (at the
same time) Umm... yes!
PRINTEMPS
ME (dashes off to
find original learning of Printemps... only to find I draw them in
rows, all of the same size. I got it slightly 'wrong' from the off
and never noticed. Each time I used it I compounded the original
error.)
ME Why did you tell
me?
PRINTEMPS
(sheepishly) I didn't like to!
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