I’m bleary-eyed from staring at a piece of paper for an hour. The time flew as I listened to KEXP and put my nib to the paper. That’s right, nib. It’s the metal part that costs a buck fifty at your local art store. It’s beautiful. The lines made by the India ink are so delicate. I learned left to right is better (ink gets all over your hand’s side if you go the other way). With my pad of watercolor paper tilted, I enjoyed the action of going from the paper to the ink well and then back to the paper, creating secret notes to be hidden from my subject. My subject is a bunch of dead dahlias. I felt like they looked more like a study than a composition. I will try again tomorrow.