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Friday January 13th 2012, 7:16 pmGliding across a brightly bleached plain, dozens of long dark strands taper downward to a very fine tip. An instrument powerful enough to harness all of the universe’s imagination into combinations of strokes. Stroking, building, slightly thick stygian liquid oozes gently from its pinpoint sharpness, but runs softly, deliciously. Ebon shapes form another dimension. Dark, shiny and sleek, tightly rounded, with a fiery red edged metallic barrel, reaching down from high above, like some heavenly metaphysical finger of creation. Alternate lives spring forth slowly but assuredly. Glimpses of realities being born, thriving within the minds and hearts of this one. Brought to us through the simplicity of applied ink to paper.
My Inking Brush
January 13th 2012
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