I have a box of color pencils. My daughters have their own too, but they decide to borrow from me everytime they need it. Two days ago, I feel inspired to draw something and I was very surprised! My sweetie blue pencil is shrinking!!…. arrgghh.
In a second, I decide that being possitive is better than being angry. My 4cms blue pencil is the evidence that two young artists are working on something.
“Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a colored pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling”