he leaves me lovenotes...you know the kind...
handwritten, scribbled, and lovingly placed in surprise places
some are so tiny, yet packed with huge love
he doodles. he says it's just a bunch of lines. I say bullshit.
THIS. IS. ART.
I call it "Mattangling"
some call it Zentangle
he collects, refurbishes vintage fountain pens. he replaces the sac,burnishes the nib,builds these beautiful cases from cigar boxes!
he converted an old portable sewing cabinet into his treasure chest!
and then late one magical night....he let me use his glass dip pen
I doodled in my art journal...
normally I paint, smoosh, cut & paste
I wrote a love letter with a sweet fine tip fountain pen
I am changed forever.