The path of my morning walk is under water from last night's rain. I walk barefoot, so that's not a problem. I just roll up my pants.
Midway through the muck, I look down and stop still. The ripples in the cool, ankle deep water grow quiet. Certainly, it is for moments like these that "OMG" (Oh, my God!) was made.
There are my leaves of grass "drawn" in a hollibaugh fashion. There are fields of tipple bubbles -- sometimes drawn traditionally, sometimes in a hollibaugh fashion. And yes, there's even a hint of flux.
The tipple reminds me of how Maria has taken to tangling her bronx cheer raspberries. Here's a picture from the velvet finished blotter on her desk:
For napkins, Maria rips up old sheets. During breakfast, as we listen to an audio book, Maria will often add another tangle to a napkin. Here, it's bronx cheer.
I used that morning walk's photo as inspiration to put pen to paper and tangle. I looked at the photo and then put it away. I didn't want to re-present it. I wanted its inspiration.
My original intention was not to draw grass leaves, but as I laid down the first stroke of hollibaugh, my tile moved and . . . OK, grass it is!
For mud, I tangled huggins and connected it to some of the tipple bubbles.
In my experience there is pattern everywhere. Perhaps I can see it. Perhaps, like in the mud, I can't . . . at least, not just yet. But I know it's there because out of it has come hollibaugh, tipple, and flux!
A common comment from new tanglers is, "I see patterns!" The patterns were always there. But as you create your own patterns, you begin to notice other's.
Even on a muddy morning walk.