I have been in a dusting off mood lately. Maybe it's the spring - though my house screams that there has been no spring cleaning happening here – there has been some cleaning off of old memories (for the writing), old skills (for the drawing) and a few warm weather clothes (for when summer arrives).
I've been drawing with my india ink pens again lately, and remembering how much pleasure it brings me. Quick fast lines. No shading. Beauty in the pen stroke and no fussy details. Pespective banished. The weight and movement of the line is all that is needed. The movement of my hand and the pen on the smooth white paper the only sound.
I think that things re-discovered are almost better than things that are new. You already have a relationship, and if it's one of those where you can pick right back up where you left off - however much time has passed - then how very very sweet is that. My pen and I are old friends all over again. We might even be going steady. Old friends new.