I eat pens- morning, noon & night. Devour them. They are part of daily nourishment. Elixir, vitamin boost, magic potion and dessert. Ink flows like blood through my fingertips and I write what I think, draw what I imagine.
My pens are not for just collecting. Each has its own personality, makes its own mark; a hairline, flex, italic. And each requests its own ink color. Some pens are workhorses, “thinking” pens. Others for finish work, drawings in my sketchbook and note taking. I especially appreciate the vintage pens that had a previous owner and can only imagine its writing life.