Drawing in the quiet of an early morning fog, I feel like the only one here. I love to work when all is still, before the landscape wakes. So quiet I can hear the leaves falling from the maple, I render each line as I see it. Using my favorite fountain pen, I complete my composition before adding a wet brush to move the ink a little. I like to get my middle values this way, instead of the cross hatching of the old days. I still turn to the India ink once in a while, but once I tried the water - I never really went back. Painting number 1764 in 1764 days.
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