My grandson sent me a brown crayon.
It is one of the most precious gifts I have ever been given. Those little hearts and hands share so richly…. especially a “slightly” used crayon.
He is an artist in his own right, and I wanted to share the value of a gift and a brown crayon.
My husband sharpened it a little bit for me, and I set up shop. I had to work very quickly before the sun came up, so my light source wouldn’t change much, quickly sketching for reference, then crayon.
I made a print out of this process, talking about the lights and darks of things. I hope I made his day as happy as he made mine.
A lot can happen with a brown crayon.
While I was working, I was thinking of the song, “Your steadfast love, oh Lord, never ceases, Your mercies never come to an end. They are new every morning, new every morning. Great is Your faithfulness, O God, Great is Your faithfulness.”