I’m not sure there’s a more useful, cheap, and versatile tool than a pencil.
I, and I assume like many others out there trawling social media, love to see the materials that other artists use and how they use them. I see someone painting with gouache and think, “ooh, that looks fun” and then I go down a rabbit hole of trying to use gouache for a while. The same thought process occurs when I see lino printing, watercolour, ink, soft pastels, wax crayons, coloured pencils and so on.
Yet, no matter what I buy, and how often I play, I find myself returning to the pencil. That small, humble, 50c stick of graphite and some cartridge paper has the ability to create worlds. There is no other material that produces something so quickly, so easily and without the feeling of committment. If I’m searching for a beginning in the uncertainty of an empty page, the pencil will be the tool that will help me find it. It reduces the number of decisions one needs to make in the mark-making process and yet its possibilities for putting life on a page (and just as quickly removing it) are infinite.
It may seem boring but the possibilities in a pencil can be, have been, life-changing.
