Pencils and Crayons

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I drew stick figures things were simple in a pencil world mistakes were erased you could start over but an inchmeal awareness nagged - the sky isn’t gray, it’s a liquid blue but crayons were complicated you couldn’t erase things mistakes were irrevocable. and there were 148 colors in the big box keeping them in rainbow order was work. growing up is hard . . *Webster: Inchmeal: gradual, or little by little*

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John Gondolf

Date: 6/16/2023 11:26:00 AM

We learn by coloring outside the lines. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't, and it never gets any easier. As we grow up the 48 colors soon become 96 and it becomes harder to distinguish the various shades of color.

Anais Vionet
Date: 6/16/2023 5:32:00 PM

I think we all have a connection with our early artistic selves