Crayons are simple. Too simple, thus they have been equated with the simplicity of childhood.
Coloring is not drawing.
Sorry.
We are "adults" now. You can't color a picture for your fridge. If you want to make something it has to be so terrible it is deemed abstract and "modern" art or it has to be amazing.
So no more crayons, only paints, pencils, chalks, or other odd mediums like trash, but no crayons.
In fact, if you Google "crayon art" there will be an overwhelming majority of not pictures, but melted crayons dripping in cool patterns because it's "abstract and modern."
But art is all about expression right? It's all about the creation of your own new thing that you spent time on.
Get out the juice box and crayons and color your life away.
Color the blues of your bad days and the yellows of your bright days.
Color the reds of your angry days and the greens of your summer days.
Scribble the blacks of your frustrating days and the violets of your inspiring days.
Color all the pinks of your love days and the orange of your crazy days.
Color with every crayon in the box and peel away the paper until there is nothing left and you are stripped back from all of your adult days until you are a child again.
And eventually you will be stuck with that stupid, useless, forgotten white crayon.
And then you can burn it. Watch the flame with the fascination you had as a child, because crayons can burn like candles and children love candles.
But do not get stuck thinking that your art has to look good. It is your life, your emotion, your power of creation.
Life is messy.
Life is scribbled.
Life emotions are not drawn, they are colored onto the page with wild scribbling inside AND outside the lines.
Life is a box of crayons, and you choose how to use them.
Love Love Love!!!! You brought up ideas that I never would have thought of:)
ReplyDelete"Get out the juice box and crayons and color your life away.
Color the blues of your bad days and the yellows of your bright days.
Color the reds of your angry days and the greens of your summer days.
Scribble the blacks of your frustrating days and the violets of your inspiring days.
Color all the pinks of your love days and the orange of your crazy days."
Brilliant.
This was REALLY good! Every sentence pounded itself into my conscience and made me think.
ReplyDelete"Life is a box of crayons, and you choose how to use them." I like it.
ReplyDeleteVery good. You got this.
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