I never really got the hang of zentangles. I mean, I’m all for them. I just never really got the hang of them, and never like the way mine turn out. My attention span is short… I lose the thread and get bored about halfway through most of the time.
What I do like is art journaling using a circle as my base. I’ve done this for years. Picked it up in art therapy, and never felt the desire to shake it. If you’ve seen any of the journal pages I’ve posted, you’ll have noticed the circle. I love the circle. The circle pulls stuff out of me.
Earlier this week I was feeling a bit stuck. I made simple backgrounds in my journal. I drew my circles. I sat there thinking about zentangles, and the zentangles, as always, eluded me.
Then something happened. I made a mark. I followed the mark.
And she fell out.
She is not at all perfect, but I sort of love her because she just arrived unannounced out of… me. Following the lines. No plan.
I’ve come to think of her as C’thusan. She is angry and female.
Free drawing. Who knew?