Pencil chose me.
It has to be said: I never had a look in.
Never sat down, pensively, too decide on which medium to use.
Never had the time to be rational, logical or calculating.
My heart and pencils collided when my brain was looking the other way.
They have been as thick as thieves since.
The level of precision they achieve exciting.
The detail coaxed out of their tips astounding.
The world created beautiful.
They succeed, in a world devoid of colour, to fill it to the brim with nuances, delicate contrasts, strong shapes, influential hues and strong feelings.
Each smooth and flowing stroke crucial to the believable images.
Witnessing hues of grey tame and shape conflicting elements such as warm, cold, light ,dark, hard and soft is addictive.
An addiction which opens ones mind to a better understanding of form, shading, depth, light, transitional subtleties and strong composition.
Simply: they have claimed my heart, my head, my hand.