One of the chapters in T he Artist’s Way is on recovering a sense of strength. One of the tasks is to pick a colour and describe myself in first person. One of my most vivid childhood memories was getting school supplies – more specifically a brand-new box crayons for the upcoming year. A bright, new, untouched, chisel-tipped rainbow hidden beneath the flap – to this day I can still remember the smell when opening the box. To get a box of 64 colours with a built in sharpener was better than winning any lottery. I would read the names with excitement, organizing them from the best colours to the worst, then sort like with like. I spent hours sorting, drawing and colouring. So, with this week’s task of choosing a colour, I immediately thought of a colour, then hemmed and hawed like the 7 year old girl with the big box of crayons. Atomic Tangerine, Hot Magenta, Ultra Red - so many choices – but returned to my first choice. I am Black. Black as the closet. Filled
This blog by Linda Brailean was created to express her feelings, facts and fiction with written and visual expressions. She hopes to ignite inspiration. Through words and art, she expresses thoughts, feelings and experiences through the many chapters of her life. From the eyes of a child, parent, grandparent, widow; through transitions; to exploring and expressing as she embraces new chapters. Experience made her who she is today. She continues to learn who that is.