I have to say, I never had a thing for "Perfection."
Not that I am not tidy or conscientious or the least bit lazy . . . though I am learning not to work as many hours as I have in the past.
Perfection, to me, always had a "boringness" to it, like the perfect apple or the perfect Christmas tree. ( I'd choose the Charlie Brown tree every time.) And so, with art. The paintings that so attracted me were portraits of people who had something of a distinguishingness to them -- maybe a wart; or a crooked tooth; or a non-symmetrical face . . . something to remember (or admire).
So, what's this all about? I think "perfect" is over-rated and it would be best if it was banished from the vocabulary of the arts. Art, like nature, is most beautiful in its imperfections . . . always having that some little thing that caused a bit of tension . . . just a bit.
Just think, if DaVinci lived today . . . perhaps we'd be stuck with a face plumped with so much plastic surgery . . . instead of the Mona Lisa. But I digress . . . .
Let's remember this when we create our Zentangle tiles. Embrace their imperfections. Let them take us to a place unexpected. Admire our singularities. Learn from our every stroke. Have confidence in the fact there is always another tile, another tangle.
I read an article in the "Huffpost" that got me thinking about this. I think the whole 3 1/2" format allows artists of all kinds to experience the luxury of experimenting with lots of works of art, instead of the excruciatingly painful large piece you never get to finish.
Have fun.
Do it again.
Do more.
Admire your efforts.
Take joy in what you have created.
Share your art with others. They will be impressed.
Give your art to others. They will be grateful.
When the day is done and you look at your art, always smile. This sounds silly, but it works every time. Your eyes will see it in a different light. And the smile will become real.
Rick adds:
Maria was out this week and saw an ad in a magazine, grabbed her blank book and . . .
That shape is so resonant with the fiddleheads coming up in our front yard:
I love the imperfection and volume of nature. Imagine if trees only decided to make as many seeds as they knew would become trees. There would be no trees! Imagine if artists only decided to create (perfect) masterpieces. There would likely be no art!
Imperfections themselves can be wonderful inspirations. Whether it's a tangle done "wrong" or a stain on a chopping board that perhaps otherwise would not have been tangled:
Although once Maria got started, she (naturally) tangled the other side, too. :-)
If you haven't already, do take a moment to read the article linked above as it will tie all this together.
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