A 365 day lesson in learning to loosen up, to forget being "perfect", and to learn to love the line... My half hour journey to enlightenment via the train and its passengers.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
New pens...
01-05-2012... I love and hate when my comfy old pens die. I get so used to them making a certain type of mark, a certain depth, holding them a certain way... then suddenly, WHAM! It's dead. I've got to get out a new one. It's dark. I've got to hold it a bit different to get different lines... I don't WANT it that dark!! Whine whine whine, the list goes on. But I do love seeing a deep slashing black line. I don't even want to be more careful, because I wonder how the line will turn out...
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