A Pencil Hums

Drawing instructors never tire of telling you to keep your pencil sharp, but for a sketch I love nothing more than the ambiguity of a blunt 2B pencil on a toothy paper. A sharp pencil can capture the crisp, the concrete, the indelible. It locks a picture I copy into the paper.

 

My rounded pencil conjures the ephemeral and unfolds my dreams, the pictures in my head and hand I didn't know were there. A sharp pencil dictates, a soft pencil hums.