a dream with a pencil

One must have an observing eye and a steady hand. Holding the pencil, you lightly connect the paper and utensil-the means and the end. Intricately yet freely sketching an object, you study its curvature, shadow, and impression. With a pencil, one has limited means to communicate, yet unlimited in the mind of the beholder. Forming something with the mighty pencil requires an emotion or inspiration. For one, it's crooning music. Another, the rainy streets of Paris. For me, it's whatever moves me to use the pencil-the creator's beloved tool.