One week ago, I accidently deleted the first draft of the color book. I was sad but I think I realize that version had nothing to do with all the wonderful reasons of why I love color. You can choose any color. Think of all the places, and animals that are blue. They are the same life and yet different. If that isn’t a self-love letter from nature, I don’t know what is.
And these are the thoughts I want in my book. I have a plan. I have notes. I have a ton of colorful artwork. I’ve been looking at my artwork and the color story is already there. Part of me still feels like I am starting over, meaning my time was wasted. My time wasn’t wasted. My ideas and blooms have helped me grow as an artist. Spring is near and there’s so much color in spring.
Here are my thoughts:
- the book is an invitation to play
- there are poems
- art projects
- whimsical thoughts from childhood
- whimsical thoughts that occur as I work on the book