I took all the blues out of my crayon box.
There are eight of them: blue, bluetiful, cornflower, indigo, cerulean, cadet, blue green, and sky blue. Nine if you count blue violet.
The blues were out because I was drawing an image from a dream. I couldn’t decide which blue matched the water in my dream, so I started making waves with plain blue.
It wasn’t right. So I drew over it with blue green.
I liked the effect, so I took another crayon, and another, making waves with all the blues.
My little crayon drawing suddenly had a quality of motion and texture, just like real water.
I liked the effect so much, I told my artist/teacher friend about it. She said, “you know what that’s called, don’t you? It’s ‘monochromatic.’”
Of course I know the word, but I never tied it to a feeling before. Now I have a glimpse of what artists feel when they put certain colors together.
I was inspired to do a “study on blue” with my crayons:
It makes me smile, the way these colors wanted to be seen.