Have I confessed my deep desire to be artistic on these
pages? I must have.
Anyway here’s the thing: I long to draw, paint and colour.
Sadly, I am held back, seriously held back by a lack of talent. I stare at a
blank page, tighten my grip on the medium at hand and invariably there will
emerge – a tree. That is the culmination, the pinnacle of my creations. A
gnarled tree, with a few branches, a knot in the middle and tapering roots. And,
sadder still, it’s always more or less the same tree. I branched out slightly
into coconut trees, but it yielded unsatisfactory results.
In some past life, I must have been surrounded by artists
who, with a few magical strokes, could suggest and evoke whole worlds. I must’ve
watched and admired, despaired of my own skill. Because I don’t have the
imagination and I certainly don’t have the technique. Over my adult life, I’ve
bought paints, brushes, charcoal pencils, shading pencils, illustration books...
spent rather a lot of money on, as a friend once punned, ‘a paint hope.’
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| These two pencil shading landscapes from my learning book had convenient outlines that were dead useful as a structure. Perspective is everything! |
And then adult colouring books happened. It was godsent.
Now, with someone else drawing out the lines, all I had to do was colour within
the lines. Now, this was well within my powers. And for a few years now I have
enjoyed this – listening to music and poring over printed sheets of sketches. My
blending skills have improved, I love using a mixture of water colours and
pencils. Then I also bought Johanna Basford’s amazing book, Enchanted Forest.
There are many such books now, but I absolutely love Basford’s
whimsical, intimate rendering of imagined scenes. I bought myself a rather nice
set of colouring pencils and I enjoy the whole process. That is to say, I did.
Till yesterday.
I went to pinterest and instagram desultorily looking for finished
coloured pages. Awe and angst in equal measure! What imagination, what skill! I
hate these showoffs. They should be out there creating their own masterpieces.
What are they doing in amateur
circuits? Not only is their colouring spectacular, they fill up the white
spaces around the illustrations with their own creations, and now alas, in her
latest book Johanna has taken to leaving huge portions of blank space to leave
scope for these. And WAIL, I don’t know WHAT TO DO WITH THEM!!!
Let me show you what I mean:
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| 3D by night |
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| Riot |
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| He or She colours outside the lines! Fancy that. |
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| All that inside stuff is the colorist's own tweak on this wreath |
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| Let's add a story to that flower wagon |
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| Brown fox in the deep wood. |
Have you seen anything so beautiful?
Now I have to plod on with my own pitiful efforts. I don't know how I'm going to find the heart to carry on.
