The hardest part of drawing with crayons is recapturing my youthful outlook and letting go of my adult criticism. I shouldn’t care if it’s good because I’m doing it for fun. I’d like to have a decent amount of skill for someone to look at a completed picture and say ‘nice tree’ or ‘pretty landscape’.
Sometimes I’ll think of a pattern or a mix of colors and let my hand wander across the page as I listen to ambient music.
The best part of crayons, how they smell. I keep my messenger bag next to them and when I leave for work I’ll catch a whiff of them.
Another element of my adolescence I’m using as an adult is coloring mandala pictures with pencils, it’s like active meditation.
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