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Finding Your Starting Point

The starting point of discovering who you are, your gifts, your talents, your dreams, is being comfortable with yourself. Spend time alone. Write in a journal. Take long walks in the woods.
-Robin S. Sharma
Pointilism Butterfly Wings
Find your starting point today. Who knows where it will lead you!

Best Napkin Doodles of the Past 100 Postings

Meet Lars, the Chimera

Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.

-Dr. Seuss

Rhino doodle using Zentangle patterns
Rhino doodle using Zentangle patterns

Meet my Rhino-Camel Chimera Zentangle Doodle

…whom I shall call Lars.

Drew this in the morning last weekend. I continue to resist making my Zentangle doodles into squares like the author of my Zentangle book encourages newbies to do. I think it looks like what would happen if a camel and a rhino had a baby but then the baby ran through an art supply store thus becoming covered in patterns. Maybe a Whoville runaway from a Dr. Suess book!

In other news, this is NOT a napkin, as you can see. Woke up at 5:30am so I could take photos of the sun rising over the city but no cafes or breakfast establishments were opened for me to drink tea and draw on their napkins. I did go to Bagel World and hung out on my stoop for a bit. That’s the big deal in Brooklyn, hanging out on your stoop. It’s a nice little badge of honor for those of us who rent apartments.

Since I am eating outdoors in the summer lately, I’ll either attempt to doodle outside, wherever I am or I will continue to do my Zentangle doodles until I make it out to the diners or cafes on the weekends. Apologies for the inconsistent napkin content but doodling all day!


Cafe au Lait, Petanque, and Doodles

“Not only the thirsty seek the water, the water as well seeks the thirsty.”



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Doodle created at Provence en Boite on Smith Street

Provence en Boite

Took a long walk yesterday morning to one of my favorite breakfast places on Smith Street in Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn. If there were a French district in Brooklyn, this particular block would be it. On Bastille Day, a French National Holiday, the block is closed off for all sorts of celebrations. Some French restaurants along the street have food and wine tastings, if you buy tickets beforehand. I’m pretty sure Provence en Boite was one of those restaurants to offer it. Here’s a photo of the place. It’s very relaxed with outdoor seating and the best French toast in town.

Provence en Boite, located on Smith St.
Provence en Boite, located on Smith St.

My favorite thing to do on Bastille Day on Smith Street was to watch was a game called Petanque. Some websites compare it with horseshoes except you use balls instead of horseshoes and there is some strategy involved in knocking your opponents balls out of the way. So, over a really huge bowl of Café au Lait (half coffee and milk), I felt bold enough to buy a $30 ticket to form my own Petanque Team, despite never playing the game a day in my life. I blame the bowl of coffee I had that morning and I’m not exaggerating. See below…

Bowl of Café au Lait
Bowl of Café au Lait

Yeah, that’s a whole lot of coffee!

So, now the goal is to find a place to practice my game. I googled Petanque in NYC and found out that Bryant Park in Manhattan has a bit of that Petanque noise going on Monday through Friday. I will do my best to motivate myself to cross boroughs. May have to take my doodling back on the train again.

Until then…

Au Revoir!


Bauhaus Bubbles

Bauhaus Bubbles

Masterpiece Blogger Presents: Blog Art Theater <curtsy>

Going to use my best New York City Brahman class voice. Ahem!

What you can see here is an assemblage of shapes reminiscent of Wassily Kandinsky’s artistic compositions during the Bauhaus Movement. Using only lines and shapes on a napkin canvas, the artist (moi!) is able to capture the spiritual transcendence over the general gloom of her soggy sandwich during her lunch break in the teacher’s lounge. As the artist tested the structural integrity of the ultra soft napkin, she excavated through the depths of her subconscious as she dug beyond the veneer of the first napkin layer, a.k.a the mask, only to find the darkness of the expo marker revealed. John Keats would probably refer to the carefully rendered art on these napkin leaves as the vale of soul-making if he were alive in this century. The anguish and the struggle to burst forth beyond the confines of the preexisting structures that exist in the shapes, representative of societal structures, is evident and yet the minor attempt for the self to burst forth through the napkin and through the structures that trap her merely resulted in imitating the structures that already exist. Beautiful and tragic! sigh. Moving on…

Resuming my New Yaaawk accent (pronounced ‘axe-cent’):
Yeah, it ain’t bad! What’s the score of the World Cup teams?

Ahoy Sailor!

Ahoy Sailor!

On the day of the Mermaid Parade at Coney Island last Saturday, a man walked into Megabites diner dressed as an octopus. The amazing thing is how no one really reacted to his public display of creative ridiculousness. I think New Yorkers might seem a bit cold at times but really, I think they’re just guarded. All walks of life make themselves known on the street and en masse. People learn to avert their eyes, not respond, and walk with a purpose to some unknown destination.

Anyway, I felt like the Octopus costumed person was worthy of a mention since it takes guts to dress up for this annual parade. In fact, our good mayor and his family led the parade this year…a first in the history of a long line of mayors. WTG DiBlasio!

So yeah, I drew a female sailor just because it had a nautical theme. I managed to get over to the beach some time later in the day so I could breathe in sea air and summer. And, of course, I visited my father with a copy of the Brooklyn Navy Yards where he used to be stationed. I hear they give a nice bike tour, in case you are ever in the neighborhood.

Tree of Life

Tree of Life

Happy Friday! Went to a street sale and bought a used copy of the movie, The Fountain. If you haven’t seen the movie, I highly recommend it but it might take a few views to really get what the director is going for. The whole movie is based on the desire to find eternal life. One man in present day, finds it through his medical research. One woman in his past life finds it through creating in death. After she dies, her body deteriorates and it nourishes the tree. She becomes the tree. The birds eat fruit from the tree so she becomes the birds, and so on…

That movie led me to thinking about Fibonacci’s number sequence which is a pattern found in all things including nature and human beings. In made me feel like we are all one, people and the natural world.

So anyway, I began to draw stripes on the arm of the man which is holding a striped branch that he took from the tree behind him. I wanted a repetition in the complex striped design in the tree to be reflected in the human arm and the branch (the tree’s metaphorical arm).

Maybe I’m putting too much thought into this napkin piece. It was lunch time when I drew this, once again. The napkin came from the best deli in East New York that makes something called a Jacked Up sandwich…hot, melted pepperjack cheese on honey turkey and the works.

Napkin drawing has been a great way for me to distress at work so I’ve been doing quite a bit there. I’ll do my best to visit some other parts of Brooklyn for my next one.
Doodle & De-stress, everyone!

Keats’ Isabella


Victorian Frock
Victorian Frock

Drawn at work again during my lunch break on a left over napkin from the end of school year party. One more week to go until my Summer Break! This doodle reminds me of a John Keats poem that I read when I was a British Literature major called, Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil.

Isabella is from an aristocratic family but they are broke. The family fortune relies on her marriage to a prosperous gentleman. However, she falls for one of the workers, Lorenzo. The brothers aren’t having it though so they kill Lorenzo off by decapitating him. Lorenzo’s ghost gives her the head’s up (no pun intended) on his body’s whereabouts. She searches in the night to find him (the part that reminds me of my doodle) and decides to put his beautiful head in a giant pot of basil to preserve his beauty. She carries the pot of basil with her everywhere since his death left her in a delirious state. She never marries and the brothers become destitute (I suspect). The poem is based on Boccaccio’s story but I fell in love with the Keats version of the story. Click HERE to see the full poem.