Showing posts from February, 2014

Diva Challenge: Curvy Gridlock

This week's challenge was to use some of the gridded patterns but not make the grid lines straight and the boxes even. Piece of cake for me since I can't draw a straight line to save my soul.  Here is my entry: And here are my meeting notes from a particularly inspiring meeting last week. Don't worry, I take real notes too, but doodling while listening really increases my focus. It keeps the artsy side of my brain entertained while the listening side of my brain is doing it's thing. But anyway,  you can see that I use curvy grids in this one and almost all of my tangles. I love to tangle in compartmentalized way, in the grid, but I don't like it to be too uniform. Sigh.  I am nothing if not an enigma wrapped up in a mystery, shrouded in a conundrum.  Thanks again, Laura for a wonderful challenge!!!

The Diva's Open Space Challenge

I haven't been able to get to the Diva's Challenge for a few weeks now and I've missed it. I check every week to see what it is, which just makes it worse I think. But things have calmed down a bit at Chez Bee so this is my week to jump back in the pool!  This week's challenge was to leave some open space in your tangle. I am not an open-space leaver by nature. I like to cram every available inch with inky goodness so this was indeed a challenge for me. Here is my entry. In other recent  works.... This is what I mean by cramming every inch of the tile. Friend and Zentangle teacher extrordinaire, Sara MacGregor turned me on to the joys of tan tiles and brown pens. The highlighting is graphite,soapstone and white charcoal. I really liked the richness in the result. Sorry about the blurry pic. This one is a commissioned piece for a friend I used to babysit back in the before times. It's a gift for her mum so Shhhhhh.  And with all of the recent cra

Tiny Offerings: The Life of Bentley

It's a hard life, the life of Bentley. First you are feeling kind of punky and the next thing you know you wake up in a strange place with a foot-long zipper of staples in your belly. You've now traded feeling punky for being sore and tired. Your Mum makes you stay off the furniture. She says it's for your own good, so you won't hurt your incision, but you know it's all a plot to finally convince you to stay off the sofa that she's been battling with you about for years. And the piece de resistance is 'the cone of shame'. Your belly is shaved. Your front paws each have a shaved bracelet around them. You look like an idiot and  then she goes and winds a plastic satellite dish around your neck every time you are out of her sight.  What gives??? The worst part of the cone of shame isn't the fact that you can't gnaw on your toys or get a drink of water with it on. It's not even the fact that it's clear plastic so you can't see it and ke

It's Groundhog's Day!

This Groundhog's Day was not a routine day at all! And I'm thankful that I don't have to repeat it like Bill Murray did in that movie that time. It started on Friday night. Bentley ate his supper. We played with his penguin toy for a while and then he laid down for a snooze like he always does. About 8:oo PM, he got up with difficulty and just stood there. I asked him if he wanted to go out and he very slowly made his way to the door. The stairs seemed to present a problem and he seemed wobbly. Given his history of knee problems, I thought he'd maybe hurt one of them or something. He got up the stairs to bed but then lay down in a way that was atypical for him. Huh. Weird. I got up several times in the night to check on him and he was sleeping but I could wake him so I thought whatever it was could wait until morning. At around 5:oo AM he needed to go out and it was evident at that point that something was very wrong. I sat with him and waited for the vet to open at 8