I know this thread is supposed to be about coloring, but can I take a moment to say that <a href=“http://pointlessdance.ytmnd.com/”>this</a> brings me joy?
Shifting slightly in the coloring book discussion, what medium did y’all work with? There’s the standard crayons. There’s colored pencils. There’s markers. Some people, including me, worked in watercolor paint. Then again, I preferred to not restrict myself, recognizing that various tools could garner various artistic stylings. I wasn’t a big fan of crayons though. I just thought they were of poor quality.
I made this for you guys hope you like it :3
984: Cray-Pas
I like Crayola crayons, the cheap ones look all waxy. And I used to be pretty skilled at coloring in the lines, though i always colored the cloud in the sky blue for some reason.
As a growed up, now I use Adobe Photoshop or Illustrator, but use a tablet and pen that have a felt tip,so it still feels like a marker.
Using the right colours was never of as much consequence as using the colours I thought would look best. Colouring within the lines was a difficult task to achieve, when I was younger, and I honestly can’t remember if I was trying or not. The first thing I coloured within the lines was a Godzilla colour-by-numbers, which I did not colour by the proper numbers whatsoever. I greatly enjoyed TMNT and Ghostbusters colouring books I had, which were of a notable size, bought on the cheap at MacFrugal’s, back when they still sold Mario brand soda. Er, existed. I guess they’re some other chain, nowadays.
O! Halcyon youth!
They have Mario energy drinks now, Arac. I think they’re called 1-UP or something stupid.
With Arac, I think he strained to exist within Society’s arbitrary boundaries. He attempted to stay within the lines, and he found it difficult. It sounds like he might have succeeded, but the task was truly difficult. Were the lines suffocating? Maybe that’s why Arac is so counterculture now; he attempted to fit in but found that the boundaries stifled all creativeness and prevented Arac from being Arac. To rebel, he rejects all that Society stands for, choosing instead to draw his own Lines.
As for using which colors he found best, I think Arac was attempting to correct Society. He knew which colors he thought would look better. Would all of Society agree with him? No. Society very rarely agrees with progressive culture at first. However, he was attempting to express, even as a child, his distaste for Society and how it might better operate.
Wow,984. That was the most intelligent, yet appropriately succinct, breakdown of the true purpose behind the simple actions of a person I have yet to see, and Im studying Psychology.
And yah, coloring all the ‘right colors’ is no fun.
I never liked the wax crayons. They were messy and the point got worn down too fast. Pencil crayons (coloured pencils to those who didn’t use Crayon brand in their schools) are my favourite.
Here’s one I did:
You didn’t color that. Don’t lie. Why are you such a liar.
Mojo i did nothing just like the rest of the whole RPGC community. It was only Hades and he is always like that. I dont care who you are or what you look like so you can go get thrown off a cliff just like Hades was suppose to be.
If Jesus n friends gets to ride on dinosaurs, Im converting to Christianity right now.
And I want a T-rex, not a stupid Pleisaur or something.
I came on her being friendly and open. What I get is a whole bunch of drama because you people don’t think I really colored that picture? IT DOESN’T EVEN FUCKING MATTER. All that matters is that I claimed I colored it.
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Don’t post off topic stuff. This thread is about coloring books.
Were there really dinosaurs in the bible? I dont remember that.
The 984: I’d like to think something similar, that my colouring within lines, was not so much a desire to be different or to reject the idea of order but to show that a picture could still be nice, pretty fun colouring if chaos is allowed to interact with order. My conscious choice to use the colours I desired, whether they were correct or not, was both a furthering of this idea and a manifestation of my overcoming what Foucault termed the “internal fascism” of a desire to be led, by either an allegiance to revolution or the dominant order, carving my own path based on my own ideas, neither wholly accepting or rejecting any single ideology. When I was criticized for this attempt to recognize the often dialectic nature of reality and history, I came to see and reject the hollowness of a society that forces one’s colours to stay within the thick, black noose of the prescribed lines, destined to only be ordinary, and never great, by being always the same.
Similarly, on the newer theme, I coloured with primarily crayons and markers, at home. Once, in school, when instructed to use coloured pencils, I used my markers because they “would feel sad and left out,” as the coloured pencils had been used for three days in a row, now. While I had used them the previous two days, gladly, when I felt markers were the right choice, I chose with them, despite what I was told.
GAP: My parents sorta had one of those for putting my Thanksgiving Pilgrim Hat together in the “wrong” order (gluing the feather after the band, or something), despite the fact that it looked the same and was functionally no different. In fact, my way was way faster. Only it wasn’t a conference, it was my teacher yelling at my parents and I at the “Thanksgiving Feast” they wanted parents to come to. I evidently ruined it. My dad was all “You know, it really doesn’t matter what order he did it in, right. It looks exactly the same,” and my mom was all, “Why are you forcing him to make a pilgrim hat, not feathered headdresses, in the first place? You’re giving these kids a skewed, Eurocentric version of history which will perpetuate xenophobia and discrimination.” I love my mom. Then some kid got a bloody nose and my mom schooled the teacher on how to stop a bloody nose (the teacher’s way would’ve involved him swallowing a lot of his own blood and throwing up his mini-Pumpkin Pie) and also got the kid to stop crying by telling him about this time she got a bloody nose when watching Gunsmoke and thought she’d been shot by a TV cowboy, and the teacher got all sulky that my mom was better at her job than her. It’s one of my earliest memories, actually.
But yea…point proven. You guys are idiots and not worth my time. Or her time for that matter. You just lost two amazing colorers so good job.
edit: gchan wannabe
Sorry. didn’t relize the topic changed. I do remember though coloring when i was little and coloring the whole picture one color and thinking i was Jesus.