My grandmother was an artist who infused me with the creative urge. If a coloring book was well crafted, she would often color a page with me. The details she added, the shading she used, the color combinations and perfect way she laid on the color was enviable. I wanted to color just like her but at 49 haven't yet reached that caliber. I keep at it......
Grandma drew lovely things with pencil, charcoal and painted with acrylics. She artistically made pie and biscuits that evoked emotion deep enough to make you cry. But she is a celebrity in my mind most, for her coloring book masterpieces. I've never seen their equal.
Today, as I go fill in the black outlines of princesses in a coloring book worthy of our best, I want to color a masterpiece like her. I want my little miniature girlfriend to want to color one too. Contagious creativity. I wonder if the memory is so beautiful because someone wanted to spend time with me sharing and enjoying the same box of color.
4 comments:
wanting to spend time with...i love that.
so sweet! thank you for loving my girls and delighting in them...love you!
Nancy and Em, you are both gals I like to spend time with. One in cyberspace and one in real time.
My Love, You color My World!!
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