I finished my online portrait drawing class yesterday so I started a new class on colored pencils. I'd love to break out my watercolors, but being bedridden makes it impractical. Plus I've had a bin of Prismacolors on my shelf for the past fifteen years, so it's about time I put them to good use.
The first lesson in the class involved making color charts, to record how the colors interact with blenders and solvents. I got a little bit carried away, and decided to make a color chart for each pencil in the bin.
I quickly discovered that I have a lot of duplicate colors (how'd I end up with four pencils of Canary Yellow?), and that a lot of the shades look the same. But that didn't stop me. The drawing of the little grids and the shading of the boxes felt so meditative and lovely. My husband joined me, and we watched "Best in Show" while I colored away.
I've been going through the rainbow, starting with red. I'm on yellow now. Only thirty or forty more boxes to go.
I downloaded Minecraft for the four-year-old today, after numerous warnings that the game was too old for him, and he'd probably need my help. He dove right in, dressing his avatar in armor and climbing block trees. Screen time is screen time, but I like to think he takes a similar meditative pleasure in his play.