ABOUT ImPERFECT
There are moments, days, months where everything just... sucks. Task after task, sometimes two, sometimes twenty. Deadlines, requirements, demands and obligations.
Two more projects.
The oven fan burned out. Wasn't that before Christmas?
A present for the niece.
We need it by the 1st. But isn't today the 29th?
I have to go to the dentist.
I need to lose weight. But you work out.
Edit that project from 6 months ago. How came you don't remember what the project was.
Did you fill out the No. 788 application?
What are we having for dinner?
Don't frown, you'll get wrinkles.
Mom, did you take your pills?
I need new glasses.
To the eye doctor.
What do you mean it's Tuesday.
When did we get to October.
I need to change the tires.
After one of these days, months, periods, years, Imperfect Books just... happened. Actually, in the beginning they weren't books, just lines. You sit down with the lines and switch off. The world goes quiet. The hive in your head goes quiet. And there's only the next line. And the next. And the next. Not wanting anything from you. No conditions. No pouting if you twist them. If you erase them. If your hand twitches.
Then the lines became flowers. And then they became...
Wait, I won't tell you yet, you'll find out soon enough.
In a while quite a lot of lines accumulated and I decided that if they help me switch off, maybe they could help you too. To switch off. To rest a little. So the lines became books. And just like the lines - they don't want anything from you. They have no pretensions. They have no conditions. They don't want you to be perfect for somebody else.
You can call them anti stress colouring books for adults. Or art therapy. My therapy would be drawing them, and yours would be colouring them. And if you're not into that sort of thing, give them to the kids and simply listen to the things they can come up with from the pictures. They can colour them as well – it doesn't matter that they're intended for "grown-ups" – children don't pay much attention to the definitions we assign to things. Maybe it's time we learned something from the kids too.
So, what do you say? Do you feel like drawing?
