As you maybe can guess, we love to color, and it’s something we do an awful lot of. we adore the process, from start to finish. Flipping through a book, with so many possibilities before me. Selecting a page. Tearing it out or smoothing the book open. Lovingly establishing a color palette, pulling up photos or pieces of art for inspiration. Then the hours of careful attention we pour into a page from start to finish, often while listening to an audiobook or documentary. And the calm, quiet sense of satisfaction when you’ve lain down the last colored pencil or marker and can finally declare the page complete.
Flipping through a book, with so many possibilities before us. Selecting a page. Then having to clear all the markers we’ve left scattered around our work area until we actually have room to set the book down. Smoothing the book open. Going to Pinterest to get inspired by some of our favorite works of art in order to build a color palette, and getting distracted and accidentally pinning over a dozen recipes we want to try for work lunches. Finally choosing a nice Van Gogh painting for color inspiration, and feeling anxiety over whether we want to use pencils or markers. Finally starting to color, and then my documentary ends so we need to find a new one. After browsing for twenty minutes to find a new documentary we haven’t watched yet, we put one on, start coloring, and am only done with the top left corner before it’s time to bed.
