Several times in past posts I've alluded to my interest in getting back to my drawing and painting. I have no problem whacking up fabric but for some reason, when faced with the blank page of a drawing pad, I'll drift off to do those dishes in the sink. Or start to attack that pile of paperwork waiting to be filed. Or clean the bathrooms. Anything! Yet literally every day, I think about drawing. Every day for years. I know, nutty. Blah, blah, blah. But let's not dwell on that here, ok?
While I was on my road trip, I thought about this a lot, considering how I'd paint the landscapes as I cruised along. Reading the notations on favorite paintings at the Met. (He died that young? All these paintings in such a short time?) I came across this wonderful book at the museum bookstore and it, along with several of my favorite drawing and painting blogs, prompted me to action upon my return. Did I start drawing again? Nah. I sorted through my colored pencils. I know. I know! (Don't.say.it.)
Anyhow, that was what I was going to write about today, until the school bus went by. (Indeed, you were all saved a navel-gazing post by the sound of a school bus!) How can it be the first day of school already? All of my little colored pencils lined up for a photo shoot and the sound of that lurching bus engine propelled me back to my own school days. And crayons.
I know you're hyperventilating now. Doesn't everyone? What is it about the box of sixty-four? When I was growing up, no one I knew had such an array. Sixteen, twenty-four, maybe thirty-six, if you were lucky. I don't think I had one until I finally just bought myself a box in high school.
I found this box of old crayons at a flea market years ago and had to have it. Because for my early years of grade school, this was the crayon box that the teacher passed out on the first day of school along with two pencils, a 6" wooden ruler imprinted with the advertising of a local bank and a small cardboard pencil box. All so fresh and full of promise. A new year.
Of all my childhood items that I am lucky enough to still have, this is my most treasured. My crayon box. A well-worn English toffee candy tin (George W. Horner & Co. Ltd.) All of you who grew up during the 50s and 60s, lean close to your computer screen. Now...
...inhale. Ahhh. Crayon smell!