Hands up those of you who remember the magic paintbooks where you painted across the grey and white picture with water and it miraculously turned into glorious technicolour.
Apart from painting, how many of you enjoyed colouring?
Well, don’t laugh, but Hubby bought me an adult colouring book and some pencils yesterday.
Seems this is vastly growing as the latest thing in DIY stress management, which when you think about it, what could be more relaxing than coloring in a picture just as we did as kids all those years ago.
Now an adult colouring book isn’t sophisticated or X-rated pictures, but more patterns, shapes and designs. Some of them remind me of 60s wallpaper and TV sets on the blink, and others are, well, a little intricate, like the flowery elephant and a pair of bears that appear to wearing grandpa’s spotty long johns.
This was my first effort, and trying to get the photograph any smaller turns it fuzzy.
I didn’t colour in all the squares, leaving the lion’s mane in the original black and white lined weave, and some of the areas I did as a block colour rather than separate.
The pencils I used here were not the ones Hubby bought yesterday, but a set of 36 we’d bought some time ago.
As I was colouring away (Hubby was working on his porthole project), I wondered if there were any hidden pictures within the one I was doing, and although I didn’t see any, I did notice a couple of things.
The background of the picture was not symmetrical. Had I been inclined to do every section in a different colour, it would have taken me the rest of the week and most of next.
The pencil lead was not the same as the colour on the stick, and of my 36, I had less than half that. Orange and yellow, brown and dark red, all the blues and all the greens, were almost identical and the pinks came out as a tinged white. I’m not surprised then that kids of today have difficulty identifying colours.
Believe it or not, I used a lot of blue, red and green in my artwork.
The lead itself wasn’t, but some waxy substance that disintegrated if you pressed too hard. They were also scratchy, and not soft as I remember from my childhood.
Going through the book to see what gems I have to look forward to, some of the designs are mind-boggling so I think I’ll pass on a few which are either too snazzy, too wavy, or likely to be migraine inducing.
What’s nice about this book though is that only one side of a page has a picture on it, so if you wanted to, you could tear it out (perforations provided too!) and frame it, give it away, or as I intend to do in some cases, use it as the foreground of a hand made card.
I have a feeling though that this kind of book would be a psychiatrist’s dream, as they could tell a lot from the way we colour and the colours we use.
Afterall, art is a recognised tool used in the treatment of PTSD victims (link).