I used to be really in to colouring books. I had a very very big collection of them. And I really enjoyed using them. I coloured dozens and dozens of pages. Here’s just a sample.
But since I started drawing and doing my own art, I haven’t really done any other colouring.
Early in 2019 I had a massive sort of everything I owned and culled my collection, keeping only about 50% of the books/magazines.
And in the last few weeks I’ve been sorting my things again. Culling the extra stuff I don’t need, and condensing how I store what’s left. I’ve halved my collection of colouring books again, keeping around 20. There’s some Harry Potter ones, some Doctor Who ones, some Dungeons & Dragons ones. Things like that. Then there’s also some generic colouring books for adults.
While sorting I remembered that there were a few pages that I’d started and never got around to finishing. So I finished one.
It doesn’t look too bad at first glance, but I made a real mess of it. I can not keep gel pens within thin lines apparently.
So I used my dubious drawing skills to redo the outlines.
And then I moved on to the next unfinished piece. This one only had one or two sections coloured in, but after just three hours I managed to get it looking like this.
This one was a beast. Soooo many tiny little shapes. Fatty helped me though.
And after about a week of a couple of hours a day I finally finished it!
After that I moved on to one of the other handful on unfinished pages, right? Of course not. I started a new page. Because I am me.