I don't get it guys. At the risk of alienating some of you, I'm going to say it anyways.
These three words: Adult coloring books.
Here's an idea. Just DRAW. Sketch. Doodle.
I've started doing just that while watching TV in the evenings with my pack. I keep a little sketchbook and a can of markers next to the couch and I pull it out when I get antsy. Sketching is a much better activity than picking at my cuticles, which is painful!!
Drawing, sketching, coloring from your imagination is way better than "coloring in the lines" someone else's vision in blank form. Come on people. No one has to see! Hence the cover, newsflash, sketchbooks are private. Keep it closed! Here are mine. They are not great works of art because they don't need to be.
I got out of the house this week - several times in fact, away from the studio for a spell. I met a friend at the Ogden Museum of Southern Art and it was lovely. I enjoyed very much the exhibition "A Place and Time - Part 1". I discovered the works of several American photographers I was not familiar with such as Eugene A. Delacroix, who was a New Orleans photographer, born in 1891. Soft focus realness dripping with humidity and slowness of the American South. Fonville Winans, also based in South Louisiana, depicted the vernacular of Cajun culture and signed his photographs on the actual print in a whimsical cursive that you would never see today. I was blown away by the photograph below by Clarence John Laughlin, who I imagine toiled around the southern states documenting the remains of large plantation homes destroyed during the Civil War. As if that was not enough, he would sandwich his negatives to create ethereal, ghost-like landscapes. At first glance, just so-so, but I am sure if I were to sit with them longer they would peak my imagination.