Good Ol' Crayons!

"Hand" Wax Crayon on Paper
by K.K. Remus Copyright 2014

Just discovered some old drawings in an old sketchbook done with good old fashioned wax crayon.  I love crayons, except for those little messy chunks of wax that stick like boogers to everything.  There's no easy way to get rid of them.  Anyway, when I saw this drawing, I immediately rembered a dream I had last night, that I'd completely forgotten.  Something was "wrong" with my left hand, so I had opted for a hand transplant.  Just a "partial one," from the wrist to the fingers.  Like they were going to sew my actual fingers back onto the donor hand afterwards.  All of the preparations were being made.  The donor hand was ready.  I was meeting with the surgeons just prior to the procedure, when suddenly, I thought, "WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?!"

"My left hand is in perfectly decent shape.  I don't know what I thought was wrong to begin with.  Let's hold off on this transplant thing, and see how things work out.  The transplant could make things worse (as if anything is bad right now).  My body could reject it, and then I'd be in real trouble."

The surgeons reluctantly agreed to stop the procedure.  I felt faint guilt, as they had been eager to proceed.

What was that about?  It's been YEARS since I read John Irving's The Fourth Hand, so it couldn't have been that.  No, it's something going on in my present.  Will have to ponder further.

"The Coud Factory"  Wax Crayon on Paper
by K.K. Remus, Copyright 2014

Here's another Crayola drawing from the same sketchbook.  No, it's not a statement about climate crisis.  It's actually a benign factory in a fantasy world that makes pretty clouds.  It's innocent.  I used to live in an apartment with a balcony that over looked a coal processing plant that churned out white clouds of steam.  They were pretty.  That's what gave me the idea.

"Angry Evil Dude," Wax Crayon on Paper
by K.K. Remus, Copyright 2014

And finally, here's crayon drawing #3 from the same sketchbook.  Obviously, it's not a "benign" scene.  Sorry to leave you with such a searing image of crazed malevolence.  It's sort of silly, though, like a muppet.  I think that balances it out.  I was still working in the wrong profession when I drew this, so I it probably reflected my frustration.  It also semi-resembles a bad goon from the past. "Let bad goons be bygones," I always say!

One more thing...  As a young child, crayons always frustrated me, because they wouldn't do what I wanted them to.  The colors were never right.  I hated the "boogers" even back then.  But after the passage of about 30 years, and a bit of formal art training, I started to realize their potential.

The End (for now)