While I do like the two Aladine's IZINK Calli & Co. colors I've tried, tourmaline and old gold, they come in second to Old World. Sorry for the glare. I seem to take photographs at the worst time of day, namely late night or early evening. Maybe I should write posts in the mornings? But, if I sit for this in the mornings I get very little else done.
Enlargement is my friend! It shows my weaknesses and strengths aka where I need to still improve. Ink choices help. So. Although the tourmaline is thin enough it still starts out dark and tapers to light. It's time to hit the books and pore over The Postman's Knock to seek answers. I don't have the same problem with the iron gall. Note the differences between the two words penned with Aladine's ink versus Old World's. Sorry about the unearned practice lines. I'm working on form and consistency before consistent height for lower case letters. I also practice without my glasses ninety-nine percent of the time. I'm not sure why, but I do sit at my desk when I practice, except before bedtime. I liken it to practicing the piano before sleeping because I believe the notes will be the last things I think on before I visit the land of Nod, and they will play themselves over and over and right themselves as they go along without help from me. Then the memories will transfer themselves from my brain, along my nerves, and into my fingers when I wake. Ha! Dream on, huh? If I could write the perfect letters, connect them in a harmonious fashion, make perfect dots, dashes and flourishes, I'd be a machine! (sigh) I have to keep trying while I'm still interested since I tend to lose steam mid-stream on most projects. The same old question always gets my goat: What's the point? Hmm. An image just flashed across the sky of my mind. Imagine being the first human to take a stick and poke it in the sand. Another human standing next to you looks at the mark you've just made, erases it with a foot, and asks, "What's the point?" The first human looks at the second human and says, "That's exactly my point."
Or . . . Does the first human make a new mark in the sand and answer in return, "That's my point."?
Inky dinky do! Old World iron gall ink, I like you.
Shot taken through the passenger side window.
A side view.
A direct view.
I'm not sure if I like the rain drops more than the car.
Mail! Lots of mail. Collected after I mailed a package, a letter, and postcards. All in all? A good swap. I'm going in with a bottle of cleanser, a toothbrush, and a cleaning rag one of these days!
I sat in the car and read all the great letters in a leisurely fashion, thinking I'd out-sit the rain. It eventually slackened, so I ran more errands: 1) a trip to Aaron Bro. ISO The General's cork nib pen (no luck), 2) picked up two prescriptions, 3) bought seaweed salad, bread, and . . . other food necessaries. I discovered another letter an hour ago! Unread! What a lovely way to end the day. Thank you!
Sling some ink! Put it in an envelope. Slap on a stamp and let it go! M-a-a-ke some happier!