Looking back at my own childhood, I am thinking about choices my parents made. They were pretty crunchy compared to my classmates (I was born in 1972). One of our house "rules" was no coloring books.
We had tons of art supplies, clay, paints, etc. My dad always was drawing and drafting at the kitchen table (he worked from our house as an architect). But he would not let us have coloring books, not even from someone as a gift. He said he did not want us coloring within lines, he wanted to encourage our natural creativity. That time spent on coloring books would be better spent with real art supplies.
Anyone else ever heard of this? What do you think? I wonder if he learned that in art classes, or if it was just something flakey that only my family did
We had tons of art supplies, clay, paints, etc. My dad always was drawing and drafting at the kitchen table (he worked from our house as an architect). But he would not let us have coloring books, not even from someone as a gift. He said he did not want us coloring within lines, he wanted to encourage our natural creativity. That time spent on coloring books would be better spent with real art supplies.
Anyone else ever heard of this? What do you think? I wonder if he learned that in art classes, or if it was just something flakey that only my family did
