jeez.
a number two pencil.
c'mon.
remember when tattooers didn't need colored pencils to draw?
they just drew with whatever was around?
i vaguely recall that.
but it was before a super-sized bigmouth long islander showed up
at the first place i worked with his red col-erase lines,
and his big-eyed sketches of slutty ladies...
everybody there fell in line, immediately,
and the way we all drew changed, and quickly.
that was forever ago, for serious.
anyway...
that was all an actual lifetime ago,
in another place that isn't at all like what's currently poppin' in the woodsly goodness.
uh-huh.
nowadays,
if i find myself in need of a quick outlet for an idea?
mmhmm.
i'm using the graphic gray graphite of a dixon ticonderoga to work it all out.
because really, who gives a sh!t?
i just need to make marks that compose the accepted idea of representative imagery.
and what's more, i have a whole box of pencils already.
that's why they've been selected, in all honesty.
whatever is handily at hand is what i'm handling for that moment.
big deal.
i made a fast group of lines last night.
could be the start of something?
we'll see.
you'll see right now, even.
teleport:
that's a thing.
battle-beasts are the best kinds of animals,
and the burliest blocky jagged barbed and beaked barbarians are even better.
they're always home,
and their homes are ridged and rugged and scarred and a little scary.
oh man,
do i ever i know what all that's like!
i'll be continuing this business, i s'pose.
the little minutes i make while food is cooking,
or the kettle is boiling,
are all i want.
ideas in grey,
decisions in black and white.
it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....
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