I never use a pen to write. Never have. Unless forced, I probably never will.
I’ve always used a pencil.
I’ve signed checks in pencil.
I have tens of dozens of pencils with dirty tipped erasers.
I like graph paper. Or at least lined paper. But only lined paper.
I have lots of paper. Quad lined Moleskine notebooks.
Leather bound journals with tightly spaced, straight lines.
Unblemished, smooth creamy paper for sketching.
I suppose that’s why I like watercolors so much.
There is a impermanence to them.
I want to let lightly tinted color flow from my fingertips.
Layer upon layer….
Life is not permanent fluid.
My pencil is fluid.
Watercolors are fluid.
My marks on the pages of life are fluid
Perceived
Layer upon layer
Subject to change
Fluid
Sands of Time 
I hear you…though I love to take my pen and ink to paper as well…
India Ink and Walnut Ink.
Sometimes I forgo the pen and dip a brush right in.
But I hear you…
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Maybe I haven’t the “technique” so I am uncomfortable with it. But it doesn’t have the same feel good……
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Wow Rosa…You’ve got me intensely curious now. This post infers that you perceive that heavier color or marks aren’t fluid. I hope you’ll share about that.
They have a permanence to them I don’t care for. The watercolors and the pencil are…transparent.
My perception of fluidity relates to the layers being additive and still transparent,…more malleable I guess, as opposed to layers covered over and hidden, and permanent.
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