I have rediscovered crayons in my retirement.
I thought I wanted to learn watercolor. But it turns out I like crayons.
I like the feel of the box they come in.
I like the way they smell.
I like the sound they make when I dump them out on the table.
I like the possibilities of all that color.
I keep my crayons in an old coffee can that my mother-in-law gave me during my last visit with her. It’s the same can where my husband kept his crayons when he was a boy, a half a century ago.
Life is made significantly brighter by having a crayon sharpener on hand. Sometimes, when I peel off the label on a crayon to sharpen it, I feel like I’m tending a garden.
Crayon shavings are wonderful just as they are. There’s no need to melt them.
I like to color my own drawings. Even though I’m not a good drawer. I fall in love with them when I color them.
Here is an artist who makes fine art entirely from crayons: Crayon Art by Kristina Nelson.