Photo © 2006 Luca Trovato
When you run a pencil along a piece of paper, it makes a soft and calming sound: “Shhhhh.” And, according to how much pressure you apply, it produces either a thick and firm line or a flimsy and evanescent one.
In both cases, you smell the pencil’s graphite as it crumbles into millions of microscopic pieces that create a line, the line you intended to draw. Or that someone drew for you.
When I was little boy, my father used to make drawings for me all the time. We would play some games in which I had to guess as quickly... Read More