on drawing. pen, paper, pencil. it's all good.

so why drawing?

drawing for me is expressive, passionately and impulsively - an almost accidental emotive expression of sight to experience on paper. paper itself lending to the expression; white, cream, black, it doesn't matter as long as the contrast is there. my fingers intuitively know they belong wrapped around a mark maker... something smooth that i can damage and use, like this pen. i press and pull it. this pen almost pours itself upon this smooth wood and paste staining it, allowing me to alter what once was with my desire.

i could just as easily wet my tongue and lick and stroke this surface. it is that willing for my carress.