A Love Story
A Love Story
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The special feel of a 6b graphite pencil in my hand, the rich dark silky mark that it makes when pressed onto the smooth white surface of my sheet of paper
I call that ecstasy.
To control the marks using pressure from the fingers on my right hand.
Watching an image appear, it’s like magic.
Now I have control, I rub it over with a soft cloth, pushing the image down, now the drawing is gray and dull.
The time has come to find the light. I take a soft but firm, clean and shaped eraser, I remove some of the dull shadows, revealing light and the drawing comes alive, takes form appears to move on the surface of the paper. Just a few final touches with my 6b pencil and the image is complete.
The final image may only be an illusion. But the feeling when creating it is very real indeed.
………
The special feel of a 6b graphite pencil in my hand, the rich dark silky mark that it makes when pressed onto the smooth white surface of my sheet of paper
I call that ecstasy.
To control the marks using pressure from the fingers on my right hand.
Watching an image appear, it’s like magic.
Now I have control, I rub it over with a soft cloth, pushing the image down, now the drawing is gray and dull.
The time has come to find the light. I take a soft but firm, clean and shaped eraser, I remove some of the dull shadows, revealing light and the drawing comes alive, takes form appears to move on the surface of the paper. Just a few final touches with my 6b pencil and the image is complete.
The final image may only be an illusion. But the feeling when creating it is very real indeed.
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