So far, we're having an extraordinarily early winter.  Multiple snowstorms have already struck, and it's been much colder than normal.  We are nowhere near the Winter Solstice when the season officially begins, but it's definitely winter out there.

I spent 2 hours today getting snow tires put on at the very busy local dealership.  More snow due tonight.  Fortunately, it's accumulating more in the hill towns surrounding this valley, but it's often rain or slush here.  We are lurching rather haplessly from storm to storm, with just a few bits of sunshine in between.  Today was mostly cloudy with a couple of hours of filtered sun.  This tangle was done to honor the short days and the occasional lovely brief moments of sun, when they come.

I've been feeling the itch to draw a bit again (other than tangles).  One thing I know about drawing is that if you don't use it, you lose it.  And I haven't used it in months, other than tangling. 

This morning as I lay in bed I knew I wanted to sketch something--anything--quickly.  So I got out of bed, grabbed a pencil and post-it note, and did a 4-minute sketch of the Buddha that a friend just brought me from her trip to Asia. 

This was a straight-from-the-bed-into-a-sketch moment of madness.  After all, we each have something we need to do first thing after getting out of bed, right?  And I hadn't done that yet.  So I guarantee it was very short.  And not particularly good.  But you gotta start somewhere.

Not a masterpiece, but could be worse after months and months of inactivity with drawing.  Perhaps this is the start of something.

I've been participating in the "Gratitangles2018" project, an annual November event centered around the theme of Thanksgiving Day in the United States.  I'd include a link to it, but honestly, I don't know who started this or where to find the right link.  And I've looked.  I don't even know who sent me the list this year. 

But in this time when the United States feel less "united" than at any time since the 60s (meaning, the 1860s, when we had the Civil War), I really need to focus on what I can be grateful for...and that is still a lot.

Yesterday, Day 23 of the project, one of my least favorite tangles came up:  Jonqal.  I've never liked it and never ever tried it.  However, I'd committed myself, so I put on some meditative music and gave it a try last night.  Result:

Here's the thing:  I still don't like it, but I'm glad I tried it.  And I admit I like the result better than I expected.  Even though mine is far from perfect (perfection is not what Zentangle® is about, anyway!) and doesn't look like the "classic" version.  [See the "classic" images HERE.] 

It will never be a go-to tangle, but I'm glad I gave it a try.  Lesson learned!  I'm thankful that I made the effort to attempt it, and the attempt was the major part of the lesson.  I want to try more things in life, whether I think I'll like them or not.  I also noticed that the process of doing this was just as relaxing as it is with all of the other tangles that I so strongly prefer.  It got me to the same place, even if it's not--like the sketch at the top of today's post--any type of masterpiece.

It isn't about the masterpieces.  It's all about the work.

It's now day 24 and I tried out a tangle I've only done once before.  Click HERE to see my one-and-only previous try at it.  I supersized it that time, and really like the effect.  Today, though, I did the more classic version.  It wasn't half as easy as the supersized one, and I messed up in places, but I like the result anyway:

Yesterday's post was all about the sun; ironically, today's is all about the moon.

Here we have an experiment that didn't quite work, but I like it anyway.  I cannot even put into words what I was trying to achieve--it's too hard to explain.  But I still like the ghostly, dusty fadedness of this violet-colored full moon.

Before dawn this morning I woke up and couldn't believe  how much light was in my room.  I turned my head on the pillow and was almost blinded by the nearly-full-moon beaming down directly into my eyes through the window as She sailed along in the northwest corner of the sky.  It felt as though she were tapping on my shoulder and calling to me to,  "Wake up!  WAKE UP!"

Full moon
Make this night
Love will heal the wound
The glowing light
Will make things right
It's alright
--Hird

Little darling, the smile's returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun,…
(the Beatles)

There are so many things to be thankful for today, but let me begin with seeing the sun.  Where I live we haven't had a sunny day in a long time, and although it's extremely cold out, I notice how much the sunshine has lifted my mood.  I can't be the only one feeling this way.

I've a long list of things to be grateful for, including the fact that I was able to do some Zentangle® last night and today, a process that is so meditative and so centering that I feel extremely lucky to have stumbled on it years ago.  Here's last night's tangle:

Next, I did a tangle for Diva Challenge #377.  This piece definitely has a "What the hell happened here???!!!" feel to it, as it ended up in such an unexpected result, with colors I rarely use.  But that's ok--I like it.  Later today I'll treat myself to going to the Diva's page (see link above) and see how everyone else handled this "duotangle" (combining 2 tangles).  I expect I'll be astounded and intrigued by all the different approaches, as always.  Here it is:

I also had time to find a place for the lovely little Buddha my good friend P brought back from her month-long trip to Asia.  There is now another tiny altar in my house:

Gratitude today, in no particular order, for:

• Sunshine.
• Heat, hot water, food, shelter.  So many people do not have some or all of these.
• Dear, dear friends.  How do they put up with me?  I'll never understand, but feel so happy that they do.
• Health.  It ain't perfect, but whose is?  It's "good enough." 
• That my friend who recently had surgery is on the road to recovery.  It's a long road but she is making good progress.
• Zentangle.  And art in general.  They keep me sane.
• Meditation, and all those who practice, including our teachers.  With metta.
• Our beautiful Mother Earth, who supports us even though we are making a mess of Her.  May we wake-up-and-smell-the-coffee, and change our ways before it's too late.
  

A few days ago, I shared a post called "Inspired By Others," in which I showed some work done a la Ernst Haeckel at our recent zenAgain2018 conference.  We didn't stop there, however, and today's post shows two very different artists whom we also explored.  Talk about crazy fun--this was a highlight of the conference for me.

Indeed, Keith Haring, one of Molly Hollibaugh's favorite artists when she was a child.  After wondering what, if anything, we could do with tangles and his work, Molly experimented and came up with this instruction at zenAgain2018, and below you see the tile I did as a result.  I was SO surprised - and delighted - by this choice of artists!

My own version of a Keith Haring-style tile.  Was this ever fun to do!  Done on a black Zendala tile with White Gellyroll pen #10.  Permission to break all the rules here, and just have a good time.

And if that alone wasn't enough, have a gander at the mosaic below.  Bear in mind that this is only  a partial photo of the whole mosaic.
Prepare to drool.

But wait--that's not all we did.

The next tile couldn't be more different.  (As is true for the "Ernst Haeckel-style" tile we did which I presented a few days ago)

Yes indeed, Master Klimt himself.  I couldn't do him justice--none of us could, really, but we all gave it our best shot and my tile's below, along with a partial picture of the group mosaic.

This is truly only a very small portion of the class mosaic, enlarged so that you can see the detail and the contrasts.

"What inspires me to paint? ...revisiting some old greats like Sargent, Homer, Whistler or local masters... thinking hard about a new approach or idea; or seeing a new painting on a friend's lounge room wall."
(Amanda Hyatt)

Another tile for the Grati-tangle2018 project.  This one has a variation of Fracas and also the tangle Marasu.

While working on this tile I was grateful for all the things I've been given that allow me the luxury of time and tools to practice this form of meditative art.  I am lucky indeed.

And one last tile for today, same project.  The tangle is Cyme and it's for day 10.

While working on this tile, I was thinking that I am grateful that I know a posse of women who are skilled healers and ready/able to work on a friend who's in need of help.  Gratitude to these friends.  We are geographically scattered but I trust them all and love them all.

Here is a quote that captures the nature of the work we've done together over the years:
“I dreamt we walked together along the shore. We made satisfying small talk and laughed. This morning I found sand in my shoe and a seashell in my pocket. Was I only dreaming?”
― Maya Angelou

Indeed, SVFs...indeed.

Heavy rain both last night and this morning, followed by high winds.  I sat in front of my picture window and watched as every last leaf blew off the many trees outside.  It is now officially November, with denuded trees.  In the back of my house, where yesterday I saw nothing but colorful fall leaves on the trees, I now see only tree trunks and the houses on the next street over.  Yesterday those houses were still invisible.

It is November in every way, after the gusty winds took the leaves from the trees and plastered them onto wet streets, sidewalks, and lawns.

Something is off in that photo--the lighting, for sure!  It's done on a white Zentangle® tile which surely doesn't look white.  Micron 01 pen and graphite, white gellyroll pen to add the dots and a few highlights.  Tangles are Opus and Jetties.  Part of the November Gratitangle Project, Days 3 and 4.

While tangling, I focused on being grateful for:
My good friend in the hospital who is now just beginning to recover.  I know it will take time, but I'm grateful she is ok and that she has access to world-class healthcare.

I'm leaving shortly for four days of tangling heaven--I particularly appreciate the opportunity to attend an art workshop while the American mid-term election is going on (next Tuesday).  And yes, I have already voted via absentee ballot since I won't be here.  But if I were here, my doorbell would be ringing and I'd be barraged by television ads on how to vote.  It will be a massive relief to escape to art-land until after it's over.  And I desperately hope we move in the direction of civility, sanity, and kindness.

Yesterday's tangle was titled Rain, and as if invoked, it has been pouring all day today, including thunder and lightning.  We've had a rainy spring, a heavily rainy summer, and now a very rainy autumn.  We have had more than enough rain.

So for today's tangling I decided to use a Bronze Stardust Gellyroll pen in an effort to invoke the sun.  It's still pouring, and heavy rain is forecast for tomorrow so I'm not hopeful.

This is still part of the "Gratitangles2018" challenge. 

Today I am grateful that my friend who just had surgery is beginning to feel better.  And that the heavy cold I have had for weeks now is beginning to lift.

Just for fun I ran the original photo above through my iPhone app and got this, which I like equally well:

In October there was the "Inktober Challenge."  In November, there is something called "Gratitangles2018."  A challenge in the spirit of the American Thanksgiving holiday.  I don't know if I will be able to fully participate, but here is Day One of this challenge.  The tangle is Rain, and I did this on a Renaissance tile with brown and black microns and a white 08 gellyroll with graphite and a bit of General's white chalk pencil.  Gratitude that my friend made it safely through her surgery.

Did this today on a 2"x2" bijou tile.  It was all I could manage as I'm down for the count in a major way with a severe chest cold and lots of coughing that reverberates right down into my toes.  The kind that makes you exhausted.  I've been mostly sleeping for two days.  The good news is, it's a cold and I'll recover.  Unfortunately I'm missing some exquisite weather--cool and sunny, the best of autumn.  But eventually I'll get better and get myself out there.

Glad I had the energy to do this tiny tangle.

A couple of beloved friends are struggling right now.  How helpless we feel when time and distance conspire against our desire to be present and helpful. 

There is not much I can do from here at this moment, except send love.  With that in mind I did this tangle last night, and dedicate it to all who are suffering right now.

I've been pondering this quote from an anonymous source (I've seen it attributed to several people): 
"Healing doesn't mean the damage never existed. It means the damage no longer controls our lives."
...and also this one, from Georges Braque:
""Art is a wound turned into light."

May it be so.

Doesn't that title sound like an affirmation?  Yah as an alternative way to spell yeah.  But in fact it's a tangle by CZT Emily Classon and somehow I've never tried it before.  So I tried it out today.  That's the beauty of tangle challenges; there's always something new to do.

Here is my Plain Jane version, my original tile.  It was fun to do this even though the gold gellyroll pen tended to pool when I stopped or started, causing wobblier lines (I was going over and over a few lines to try to even them out, resulting in not quite the effect I hoped for.  But that's ok--live and learn.

Black tile, gold gellyroll pen, General's Gold Chalk pencil, and a bit of blue colored pencil.
Below is an iPhone app-version, my favorite of the "iPhone-altered tiles" I tried.  I'd love a few yards of fabric made from this:

And finally, I played with a triptych that includes the original tile and two experiments.  Fun!

I should know better than to start these challenges, as I never finish them!  So right here, right now, I'm declaring that I'll do what I can but I'm not going to stress out over it.  Here was my plain Mooka tile (underneath which you can see how I tarted it up repeatedly with an iPhone app):

I do love Mooka.  Of course, I can never leave well enough alone, so I had to mess around with the original on my iPhone.  Results below.  I rather like both the plain and the fancy.. 

What did we do before computers?  (We had much saner lives, methinks.)

Determined not to be late again for this week's challenge, I decided to do a second tile and post twice in a day.  The challenge was to use tangle 'Nzeppel and/or Crazy 'Nzeppel on a tile.  I believe these are the "least 'Nzepp-ly" 'Nzeppels I have ever drawn, partly because I thought I'd try both types ('Nzeppel and Crazy 'NZeppel) within an orb.  The orb softened the grids so much the tangles are less recognizable than normal.

Here is the same tile set into a mosaic created with an iPhone app using the original photo above.  Of course, this is only one possible way to rotate the tile.

• Another example in the category known as:  "Something I Was Doing When I Should Have Been Doing Something Else."
  

My bad. 

I wanted to try out my new Gold (or yellow) General's Chalk Pencil to see what it could do.  Very pleased with it.

Of course I couldn't leave well enough alone and had to take the original photo above and run it through some iPhone apps to see what would happen.  The two resulting versions are below.  I love them but I also just like the original tangle above.

And finally, at a meeting I went to last night there was a wonderful celebration of a special member, a woman who died last week.  I had only met her once, but the other group members have all known her for years and just treasured her.  Because I didn't know her, I couldn't contribute but the group told wonderful stories about her talents, loving kindness, generosity, and eccentricities.  I think everyone had a terrific and healing time. 

In her honor, someone had brought the floral arrangements (gathered from everyone's backyard gardens--she adored flowers) which had decorated her funeral service, and flowers were set around the room, including in the chair that she usually occupied. 

At the end of the meeting, the flowers were offered to all of us and we were encouraged to take some home in her memory.  I chose these beauties below, and felt lucky to have met this woman even once.   This is just a tiny sample of all the floral bounty, one last gift from a woman who apparently never stopped giving to others.

This is what happens when there is no time to tangle, but you gotta tangle anyway no matter what.  I'd been wondering what would happen if I put the tangles Punzel and Molygon together.  But there was no time to try it today. 

I thought I'd just try "refreshing my memory" on Punzel using a pencil and scrap paper for 5 minutes, and then I saw this tiny 3-Z tile and my White Gellyroll pen sitting there and couldn't contain myself.  Good thing the tile was itty-bitty.

And if that wasn't enough, I played with the original on my iPhone mirror app, and got this, which is kind of fun.  I prefer the original though.

Ok, I'm now way overdue with prepping for a meeting this evening...but feeling somewhat less crowded by all the tasks ahead.  Ahhhhhhhhh...

"Off-center" describes how I've been feeling for the last couple of days.  Sometimes we just feel that way, right? 

This is actually drawn on a pie plate.  I did the background on a spinner and then this morning added the tangles, some of which are more like tangleations.

Even though I'm off-center today, I am fond of this result.

I spent the day today in Elaine Huffman's studio, learning to make these button-like zendalas from the wonderful Chris Titus.  (Yes, Chris is the originator of the Zondom, the clear plastic sleeve to protect Zentangle® tiles.  I use these all the time.)

We spent most of the day making the backgrounds; I had to leave a tad early so I only got to tangle this one, but others were able to get a second one done.

Full disclosure:  Chris herself had made the backgrounds for all of these to make it easier for us, and we each did the same tangles on them.  Here is the group mosaic, with one wonderful exception:

They matched so well with Elaine's pink flamingo tablecloth, don't you think?

Definitely a hugely fun day.  Thanks to Chris and Elaine.

This was the final tile we did at the workshop that ended yesterday.  I've referred to the Perfs (the official Tangle name) as "Pearls" in the title of today's post because they look that way to me.

Because the venue needed to ready the room for the next workshop, there was no time to do a class mosaic so I don't have a picture to show of what would undoubtedly have been a really magnificent collection of tiles.  I really enjoyed creating this one, and would like to play more with this particular string.  Thanks to Martha & Molly for a truly amazing experience.

When I got home last night it was smotheringly humid here, really unpleasant.  But overnight the weather shifted.  Here was Dave Hayes the Weather Nut's forecast this morning.  It cracked me up!
"THE 411 FOR THE 413: SUNNY, WARM, SWEET, NICE, AWESOME, PLEASANT, KILLER, GREAT, LOVELY, FABULOUS, MORE PLEASE, AND THANK YOU..."

He turned out to be 110% accurate.  Love him--so helpful.  It is absolutely exquisite out there.  I just took a long walk and spotted these phlox broadcasting their extraordinary color along the sidewalk.  Most phlox here are shriveling up now, but because these are in shade for much of the day they're still going.  In person, the color is nearly psychedelic, almost too much for the eyes.

This little beauty is a much smaller mosaic that the one I posted yesterday, but it is the same pattern I posted yesterday.  I took this shot of  "3-Z tiles" placed into a tiny four-person mosaic before everyone else at the workshop added their own tiles.  Even though it's small, I had trouble remembering which was mine, but I finally determined it's at the lower left.

This is an even better illustration than yesterday's of how we all heard the same instructions, and we all used the same materials, and yet each person produced a unique result.

A page from my journal today.  Not a masterpiece but at least it got me tangling and drawing, and I completely enjoyed doing it.

And speaking of roses, kudos and roses to my buddy Cheryl the Rug Rescuer.  She has just completed a commissioned rug rescue for someone she knows who brought her a half-finished rug.  As I recall, there was no wool with it, just the unfinished rug, so Cheryl had to match wool as best she could.  The pattern, I think, was drawn by a rug hooking teacher who was unable to continue hooking, so I believe it's an original.  Anyway, I love this rug (below).  Let's first look at the rug on the floor of Cheryl's drop-dead gorgeous Victorian living room; then I'll post a closer view.

That's the rug in the foreground above, but isn't the entire room just so beautiful?  And here's a closer look at the rug itself:

What a beautiful design.  Very sad that the designer wasn't able to complete it, but at least the Rug Rescuer got it done!  Now here's the hard part:  She has to give the rug away to the woman who brought it to her.  I would have a lot of trouble giving something this lovely away.

Now Cheryl is working on this wide-cut rug below (a real departure for her as she's not enthusiastic about hooking with wide cuts).  I don't know whose design this is but it's very pretty:  And yes, this is another Rescue Rug, started by someone before it was abandoned and turned over to her.

Quite unusual.  I don't recall ever seeing this design before.  Go Cheryl!

I haven't seen either piece in person yet; another friend took these photos for me (thank you, Kathleen).  I'm hoping to see the actual rugs in person in a couple of weeks.

Starting about 2.30 this morning--a bad case of insomnia resulted in this tile.  And then once I began, I couldn't stop tangling as the day wore on.

Yesterday I finished unpacking the house (after "only" ten months, 4-5 of which I was useless because of the broken wrist.  But still! 

I next need to hang pictures, and organize supplies and furniture in my studio.  But it feels fabulous to be unpacked finally, and to know in general where things are.

I haven't been allowing myself to indulge in art in order to get the house stuff done.  But starting with the above tile--and now that I know where most of my art supplies are--I couldn't help myself today.  So I went a little nuts.

WHEN A GOOD TILE GOES BAD...

Oh my, the above tile was meant to be a practice of the Delft technique.  But it fell apart when I thought I'd use Copic Markers (about which I clearly know nothing!) to shade a bit under the bands.  The result:  uneven shading and a "hard line"--I tried to save it with graphite and a tortillion, but really it was a hot mess. 

But hey.  No fail, no learn, right?  So I'm posting it. 

JUST KEEP ON GOING...
Once I finished that one I just couldn't stop, and did this one (I left off the Copics until I learn more about them).  Enjoying the blue-and-white a lot.

And if that wasn't enough, I indulged myself in some glitter markers that were recommended by an artist friend (see her review of them here):

Have not tried these yet but will certainly report back when I do.  They are very inexpensive (About $10 or so for all these)--and the package even arrives with refills.
You can see the refills above the markers.  I got these on amazon.

Tomorrow I have to "stuff the art genie back in the bottle" in order to get some required tasks done...and I have to keep her there for awhile, probably.  But today was a total indulgence.

Following Maria's instructions and working with the small Bijou tiles from the Zentangle® folks' Project Pack 02 resulted in this tile.  Yes, it's a mash of half a black Bijou tile and half a tan Bijou tile, using the tangle Mollygon.  I used a black Micron PN pen, graphite, an 08 White Gellyroll pen, and a White General's Chalk Pencil. Such  fun to do!

My second tile.  Same type of mashup as above, same materials used.  The tangle here has been named by a few people over the years but I know it as Curtinz by Kate LaMontaigne..

 Of course, it was immediately obvious that one could put the 2 tiles ( = 2 Fragments) together and turn them different ways to achieve different effects.  This was one way.

Now, of course, I had to make a couple of additional tiles--I wanted to make 4 and I had just enough supplies to do so.  Here was tile #3.

Same materials used.  This tangle is a seldom-used one called Sedgling.  I wonder why it has been forgotten.  I like it a lot and think I'll be using it more often.

The last tile I did was based on the tangle Toodles.  I tried experimenting with Toodles and did 2 versions of it, one a kind of "Pokeroot-based" version and the other a kind of "Pokeleaf-based" version, mixing them together.

And now to put all four fragments together.  This is where turning the four fragments created different effects.  I'll spare you all the variations and limit it to just two.  Here's the first mosaic with the black halves in the center:

...And then, just by turning the tiles, here's another effect with the light halves in the center.  This is the power of working with fragments.  Very fun indeed. 

I'm enjoying the wonky look.  I'll definitely want to do a few more of these.

The thing about Zentangle® is that you never know where it's going to take you.  Much like life.  I began this tile 2-3 years ago--it didn't look anything like what you see here--and left it totally unfinished.  Abandoned.  I re-discovered it two days ago while unpacking (yes, I am still unpacking after 9 months of being here) and somehow just couldn't throw it out, though I was tempted.  It stared at me and challenged me to reconstruct it or make it work in some way.

Basically it began life as a black tile which had been roughly shaded sort-of-white with the use of a soapstone, and then I think I had used some type of tool to see if I could score the tangle "Tripoli" into the soapstone background.  It didn't work and I loathed the look of it.  So put it away.  I find it hard to believe that I didn't just toss it.

I finished it today in a very fast, sloppy way--because it was "just an experiment"--and now I rather like it.  It has a pastel or oil paint-y look to it.  I completely ignored the unpleasant beginning and re-built the entire concept.

This reminds me of something I learned in my childhood:  A family member once accused me of "never finishing anything you start."  I thought about it for awhile,  got mad, and then decided she was right.  So I made a major effort over the next few months to go around and finish all my unfinished projects.  I must have been about ten, and I remember the resulting satisfaction.  Although I hadn't liked the criticism, it spurred me to develop discipline.

Since then, it's rare for me to put something away unfinished.  If anything, I've gone to the opposite extreme--I sometimes finish things immediately that might benefit from a longer pause.

(I do have one quilt that has been "paused" for 40 years.  Er...it may be time to get back to that one!)

The other tile I did today was this one below.  I'll put the completed tile first and then include two photos of the very beginning and the middle stages.  (I know the tile background looks different in the photos but it's all the same tile--just different lighting)

Some things--like unpacking--take me longer to finish, because I just don't like doing them.  But eventually, that learned discipline from childhood takes over and they do get done.  It just takes me 50 times longer to get to the finish line than it does if I enjoy what I'm doing.

As a non-holiday celebrator, I appreciate this quiet time of year (especially tonight, Christmas Eve, and tomorrow) and always give myself permission to do whatever the heck I feel like doing for a couple of days.

That does not include unpacking.

It does include reading, drawing, tangling, and general lollygagging. 

Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good night!

To my mind, tonight is Solstice Night.  The longest night.

Winter Solstice is  late morning tomorrow.

When I sat down to tangle at sunset today, it didn't dawn on me just how much the result might express the season.  In retrospect, this was certainly a Solstice Tangle.  As I worked, I was aware of the gathering dark, and deep silence. 

May all beings be safe. 
May all beings know peace. 
May we all celebrate the return of the Light tomorrow.

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In the bleak mid-winter    
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,    
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,    
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter    
Long ago.

--Christina Rosetti