Love letter to my pens

Dear Pencils and Pens,

I love you, if love is feeling happiness, gratitude, unchanging affection, a desire for the wellbeing of another and a joyful little physical sensation somewhere in the region of the diaphragm when looking upon the beloved? Then I do. I love you.

You were  my companions for over 50 years.

Our love affair began when I was a little child. Because of you I was able to draw feelings and emotions I didn't know how to express any other way. We told stories together and explored the world together. When I used you it was like dancing on paper.

You  challenged me, those days when I couldn't get into the flow. You gave me so much joy, those times when I was lost in the pleasure of the line. You were always there, always available. You have been one of the most consistent joys of my life. 

Like any relationships, some of you fit me better than others. 4b and I have rarely agreed whereas black Bic pen and I have shared some wonderful times. Sharpies are valued for their enthusiasm to mark anything, even though they are rather brash and bossy. Some of you pencils have misbehaving erasers, but that's not really your fault. The aristocratic elegance of fountain pens have beguiled from time to time and I'm sure that there is an adventure waiting for me and Kuretake pens, even though we have struggled in the past.

Of course, words are insufficient to really express my love. That's why we drew together isn't it? When we drew, we could say anything and everything. When we drew our eloquence was never in question. Even if only you and I ever saw the drawing,we knew. We were together.

Dear pencils and pens, thank you for everything.

With much love,

Me xxx

Wind Drawing, ink on paper.