The smell of crayons
For years I didn’t know how much I had missed this smell. The smell of crayons. And the feeling of opening a brand new box of Crayola crayons, in new colors (and with funny creative names even though I never realized the beauty of the names until recently). When do you throw out your crayons? When you become a teenager?
My house is once again filled with crayons and sometimes I manage to sneak away some and smell them and check their names. And when someone isn’t watching, I might actually draw with them, practicing my Dan Roam sketching techniques in bright colors. One of these days I’m going to Michael’s and get my own set, that I will hide from the rest of the house…
