Instead, it has become a chart-topping, bestselling phenomenon. Formerly the domain of well-behaved children, complex, intricate artwork is attracting busy and stressed adults. After all, the prospect of quietening our minds by indulging in a familiar, non-threatening activity is hard to resist.But I wonder if this new-found adult hobby is all it’s cracked up to be — an antidote to busyness and anxiety — or just another distraction in our already over-stimulated world? Why do we feel the need to fill our time by colouring in little spaces? Are we so scared to be alone with our own buzzing, fizzing, frightening thoughts that we have fixated upon a new way to distract ourselves?
Source: Adult Colouring Books Are Not Mindful, They’re Mindless | Fleur Morrison
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