So. Pop. Where are we at on that? Pop Art I mean, not my dad. Look at Pop and tell me that this is not part of it: color crayons used in their natural habitat (a coloring book) to adjust and enthusiastically embellish. Yes indeed, it was never the intent of the coloring book artists to have their works added to in such a way, but surely they must have considered it. And Hello Kitty! You don’t even have a mouth usually! Your face is a wide open acre of real-estate for me to build a playground on! Oh ho! The things that will be done!

What you see above and below are a collection of colored sheets I’ve found on the internet and cannot identify the artist of. Incidentally, if you happen to know who threw their skill upon them, please let me know. But for now, let us appreciate what we have and be glad.

When let loose upon a coloring book, it is a child’s prerogative to engage in the pictures they see, learning fine motor skills as they do so. Learning to appreciate colors, to stay inside the lines, and to find out which colors belong where for what purpose.

But then the child grows up into an older version of a child.

And they go wild.

Releasing themselves upon a book for coloring, changing it as they see fit. Taking those childhood memories and turning them on their head, creating macabre, twisted burlesque and strange forms for their own delight. They delight in the comedy of it all! And always because they take secret joy in knowing how far they’ve progressed from the days when it was a difficult task to stay inside the lines with the correct colors, to now when those lines are only empty shells that you’ve just got to fill to the brim with silliness.

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