I have always adored colours – and, although not talented in any conventional sense when it comes to painting and drawing, love colouring-in. I find it therapeutic, relaxing, an excellent way for my over-burdened mind to switch off, or at least go into a neutral gear.
Dear friends of mine gave me an Art Therapy book for Christmas (amongst many lovely presents):
It is wonderful. I am intrigued by the designs. But the point of today’s post is to look at what our individual colouring skills (or lack thereof) say about us as people. For a change, I am not going to wax especially lyrical on this subject; instead, I am going to say a couple of things, show you an image and then leave it up to you, my readers, to interpret should you wish to do so!
My own view is that the way I have approached the above book, my choices of image and colour, shout loudly about who I am! So, of all the pictures in the book, I have zeroed in on just one (so far). I cannot bring myself to colour bits of one and bits of another. Very telling, I am sure.
Here is the image I have been working on since Christmas:
I am quite sure a psychologist would have a field day with this!
Over to you! How would you have reacted to the book? How would you have coloured an image in? Do you think our colouring-in reveals aspects of personality of which we are, perhaps, unaware?
And, does every aspect of our behaviour add to, and leave, a unique footprint in the metaphorical Planetary Sand?