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Zentangle. Blog marathon post 2.

When I was a child, the margins of all my text-books and note-books would forever be filled with little sketches I had made. Mostly it was because I would have already read the lesson long back, understood it and would be bored with the teacher's explanation. Sometimes, it would be because I did not like the illustrations that went along with a lesson, in the text book. So I would draw my own pictures.

Therefore it is no surprise to me when my children do it. (Guess I am raising  non-conformists here. I know some parents who would balk at the thought of their child drawing in text-books. Oh the horror!)

My daughter came home today with this picture, which she had drawn in her note book.



It was definitely more interesting to me than the notes she made above them :)


For those of you who do not know what kind of art this is, it is Zentangle.
I had introduced it to her a few months ago.

I did not expect her to be this good!
When I told her that I loved it, she just brushed it aside, saying it wasn't all that good.

I will let you be the judge.

Whenever I see any form of creativity --and not just from my kids--- it makes me happy.

And today I am extra-happy.

Gnite folks--new post tomorrow :) (as I am doing a blog marathon for the next 29 days. Day 1 is over)

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  1. Wow.. Really good to see. Her creativity reflects from you. Oh i was waiting for your post from morning and checking this page frequently . Its look like a mehandi pattern and now only i came to know its "Zentangle." Very attractive and a big hug for the girl . Keep doing.Good luck.

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    1. Thank you so very much for the kind words and encouragement.

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  2. Lovely it looks...reminds of school days ..those lectures...even i had a habit of reading before...and getting bored in lectures ...though i was not so artistic my partner was....above design reminds me of her...i'll surely call her today..:)

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    1. Glad my post prompted you to call your friend!

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  3. Like mother,like daughter

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    1. I have never done Zentangle in my life :)

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  4. It is fantabulous and Thanks for introducing me to the word 'zentangle'. I am going to introduce this to my daughter as well as she has a creative bent of miind.

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    1. Glad you found it useful. Click on 'zentangle' for the link to a wonderdul world. (Guessing you have already checked it out)

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    2. I did google it, Preeti :)

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  5. no one i know manages a marathon as good and as interesting as you... this art is great.. i like doodling when bored...

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    1. Thank you for a fabulous compliment! Maybe you should try Zentangle.

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  6. I used to spend my Maths and Physics class doodling in my notebook. I was not even half as good as Purvi though !

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  7. The drawing is too good to be done free hand. She has a flair for it. How about calling it zen tangle or gent(le) angle? The notes are also pleasant to me as I am a chemistry person and natural gas is part of my profession. Best wishes to your child and to you too.

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  9. really good art this one :)

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  10. Awesome and super creative:) I was so bored in class and would scribble anything, writing film stories at the back of the note book..hehe
    It makes one happy to see non-conformist and the world need such smart kids to take on the boring education system:)

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  11. wow... simply wow.. I have no words to explain your daughter's creativity. She is definitely a great artist.. Never heard of this word, 'zentangle'. Thanks to your blog I got an idea of it.

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