A brand new box of crayons was always the best part of going back to school. The crayons were sharp, the paper sleeves were clean, the corners of the box were still crisp. There was such potential in that box, such promise of hours spent in creative bliss. But that was back then - before anyone judged us, before we even understood talent, before we learned to be critical and fearful, before we learned to submerge our creativity because it wasn't "right". But true creativity will find its way out, and those lucky ones will return to the promise and potential. We can once more see the joy in a box of crayons, or a tube of paint, or a clean sheet of white paper. We can once more celebrate the ordinary, see the beauty in the everyday things that surround us, and spend hours in creative bliss. And when the crayons are worn to dull stubs, the sleeves are ragged and grimy, the box is all squished and soft, and the promise and potential is all spent, there are many "masterpieces" to show for it. The crayons have fulfilled their destiny.
Watercolor and Pentel brushpen in Moleskine
"We could learn a lot from crayons: some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some have weird names. All are different colors, but they all have to learn to live in the same box." - Anonymous