Chicken Teriyaki Bowl #7

I’ve been spending time this week drawing Zentangle-style mandalas, which I discovered to do from Millande.  In drawing and thinking about them I’ve had an “aha” moment about art and creativity.  It is really hard to describe (I’ve been trying now for 15 minutes), but it hinges on detail and ability and the way an artist sees things differently.  It is also about not worrying about being perfect or right or even what anyone other than myself likes.

It is affecting my everyday life.  I decided to go with my DH to a function with an organization whose members caused me serious anguish almost exactly a year ago.  I’ve been hiding away, embarrassed, ever since, but after working on the exercises this week, I’m actually feeling amusement about the situation and want to have some fun being in their faces.

For my artist date this week I am going to the public library.  I love browsing bookstores and libraries and have only been to the local library once or twice, so I’m looking forward to it.  I especially want to check out their poetry section (which I’m sure will be dismal) and see what kind of big art coffee-table type books they have.