Monday, 25 August 2014

Pencils of the old house

The old house solid in its white painted bricks, wise in its slowly rotting ironmongery, almost eternal encapsulated as it is in the ancient breath of the woods that border it wallows in its hidden nooks. It is its hidden nooks. All the objects that have been neatly classified in drawers, boxes and old chests never want to shift from their accustomed places. The pencils too are reluctant. I line them up on the wooden desk, on the windowsill and even on the thick lexicon: Faber Goldfaber, Hardtmuth, Staedtler, Mars Lumograph, Lyra, Stabilo. They think that they must be useful still but possibly their time has passed.

Sunday, 24 August 2014

Pencils in the artists' studio

In a side street of down town Dusseldorf the local artists have set up their studio and exhibition space. There are paintings on the wall, sculptures in progress, a large wooden table with a half-eaten loaf of brown bread, cherry tomatoes and a few biscuits, jars of paint brushes, watercolours of nudes, a bench, a small colourful kitchen. On a low shelving unit, there is a box full of pencils, pencil sharpeners, erasers and possibilities.

Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Traveling pencils

Always packing a pencil-and-pen first-aid kit just in case. This time it contains two Palomino Blackwings, one orange Palomino HB, one Kaweco mini fountain pen, a Rotring and a Staedtler 0.3 fineliner. The notebook is from Fabriano's famous Italians series (this one's Italo Calvino). It is all contained in a plastic vintage writing case featuring a native American on the front. As I said it's a first-aid kit which I don't expect to be using. The stunning views from my tent pitched near Brighstone on the Isle of Wight are expected to take up all my time.

Friday, 8 August 2014

Montblancs in the Secret History

"He reached for a pen in a cup on his desk; amazingly, it was full of Montblanc fountain pens, Meisterst├╝cks, at least a dozen of them. Quickly he wrote out a note and handed it to me. 'Don't lose it,' he said, 'because the Registrar never assigns counselees unless I request them.'
The note was written in a masculine, rather nineteenth-century hand, with Greek e's. The ink was still wet."

Donna Tartt, The Secret History, 1992