My daughter attended a wonderful music composition camp last week at Illinois Wesleyan University, “only” 5.5 hours away from home. She (conveniently?) forgot her license, and, since it was just the two of us, I was stuck doing all of the driving. I don’t enjoy driving. I was reminded of our yearly childhood drives from Toronto, Ohio to Ocean City, MD. Every 10 minutes, I or one of my brothers would ask, “Are we there yet?” It didn’t seem like we would EVER get to the beach – or to IWU.
The good thing about these trips is that these is a clear destination, we have a GPS and road signs telling us we are getting closer, and then, finally arriving at our destination. Sometimes our Zentangle journey feels like a road trip with no end in sight. Often this is good. When you sit down with no expectations and just expect to enjoy the ride, all is well. Other times, it can just be frustrating. I will often have students ask me, “How do you know when you’re done?” Sometimes it is hard to tell. For instance, this tile:
So, the answer to “How do you know when you’re done?” I always say that the answer is, “When you like it.” But, sometimes the answer is, “Five minutes ago!” The other thing I always tell them is that it is OK if you aren’t in LOVE with every tile you do. Just give it away to someone who thinks it is beautiful. Does anyone want this one? Please leave your comments below. (If there is more than one, I’ll pick at random.)