“they’re only crayons. you didn’t fear them in kindergarten, why fear them now?” // h. macleod
by all means – you may beg to differ, but i’ve always been better with words than with pictures.
when i was in school, it wasn’t english or poli-sci that gave me the twitch, it was always art class that gave me hives. all those mediums, all those colours, all the different ways i could make ugly come to life on canvas – always made me feel a little less than. talent, i had elsewhere – but this lack for visual artistic expression made my stick figures and intense need to colour within the lines stick out like, well, really bad art.
at university – and art class was no longer a mandatory 45 minutes of cultured hell, it dawned on me while sketching my siouxsie sioux eyes and penciling in my lip – that i wasn’t too shabby with paint after all, i just needed a different medium and a canvas i was bit more familiar with.
now – i’m positively giddy to crack open a fresh box of crayons with the moppet, and what’s more? i love colouring in the lines with new ones of my own – but these ones, i definitely don’t share.
➝ source : chubby stick cheek colour balm via clinique
➝ source : colour clay CC primer via tarte cosmetics
➝ source : kiss pop lipstick in smack via marc jacobs beauty