The Left Hand of Graphite

Back and forth, pen to pencil, pen to pencil: often an indication of creative frustration and an urge to change things up, but for now —should it continue to be as wonderful as it is at present – I’m back to working and journaling with a mechanical pencil, a Pentel Sharp Kerry, 0.7mm, my precious.

(It is) a pathway to slower thought and  deeper focus as I learn to embrace the imperfections left across the page in the wake of my graphite-smeared southpawness, granting the picayune maunderings contained within a lived-in look, a certain character of working that leaves me with a graphite badge of honor to carry the rest of the day through.