Everyone is born creative; everyone is given a box of crayons in kindergarten. Then when you hit puberty they take the crayons away and replace them with dry, uninspiring books on algebra, history, etc.
Being suddenly hit years later with the ‘creative bug’ is just a wee voice telling you, ‘I’d like my crayons back, please.’
Quote: Hugh MacLeod
Doing: Nursing a glass of wine, and searching for the coloring pencils. I bought my first adult coloring book today. Why? I really, honestly, don’t know. But hey, maybe it will free up the thought process as color begins to spread across the pages…
Somethings missing, I know! I need some jazz to go with. Suggestions?