Been playing with my fountain pens this evening, seeing how things look through the lens. I film a lot of my work in progress but it’s usually illustration, rather than the simple handwriting and lettering I still get asked to do a lot of.
This is one of my favourite poems, ever since reading Outsiders aged 14. What a book. I once created this really large on a wall inside an ad agency, but I prefer this simple version with my old fountain pen.
I didn’t realise I wrote quite so fast. If I closed down, it might be neater!
And yes, my hands often do have that much ink on them…