#fountain pens

Left to right: 

-Black Delfonics Utility Bag in M. (stitched on the Guardians patch). 15 pockets total. 

-Fountain Pens: Parker Vector, Conklin Duragraph in Forest Green, Twsbi Eco Black, Lamy Safari coral, Lamy Al-Star purple, Lamy Vista, Lamy Safari Petrol (this one’s a rollerball). 

-Fountain pen ink sample: Diamine Matador. 

-Faber-Castell Polychromos color pencils, a pencil blender, and a pencil eraser (on far right with metal cap. 

-Letters to respond to, stickers, and an envelope of vintage pictures from Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. 

-Washi tape samples, and post it flags. 

-Double-sided tape roll from Daiso and a Pioneer Glue stick. 

-Frixion pens and markers. 

-Zebra F.402 pen in fine, Uniball Signo in dark blue 0.38, Pilot G2 in black (stylus pen) and teal, click eraser, Faber-Castell brush pen in Deep Red, and Sharpie pen. 

-Foldable scissors from Daiso. 

-2 water brushes (Kuretake F and Pentel M), and fantastix sponge stick. 

-Martha Stewart ball-tip glue pen. 

-Rhoda pad for letters. 

-Travel case of Winsor & Newtown watercolors. 

I’ve always wanted to study abroad, but recently I feel as though it has become clear where I would want to study. I don’t particularly enjoy indulging my emotions, they’re a key part of being but I find my reaction to them ought to be controlled. However, recently I’ve read Open Water by Caleb Azumah Nelson and it has really made me think. While I have no idea what it is like to be a black body in modern britain, there’s a particular passage that strikes me daily

“She’s beautiful. Want my advice? Find a place you can call home. This isn’t it. It’s hard to just be in this place. So much goes on you don’t even realize until you realize, you know what I mean? Go somewhere you can be free. Where you don’t have to think too rough about what you do before you do it. Find a place you can call home.”(113)

I don’t know what it is like to be a black body in modern Britain, I do know what it’s like to be an Asian man in Western Europe. The sentiment clings to my skin and I cannot seem to scrub it off. My feelings about my own existence, how it’s viewed by others, never has it been said with such candor and clarity. I know the form of limited freedom I posses, in many ways more than others share but in other ways I don’t believe I’ve ever had the freedom to exist. What must it be like to not be a permanent ‘Other’? To find oneself submerged within a crowd?

I’ve always vaguely fancied studying in South Korea, I settled for something in Europe, something closer. The longer passes since I finished Open Water the more I find myself drawn to Asia, to the idea of being free in a country. Being truly free. I’m drawing up a plan to turn a fancy into my concrete reality. It’s utterly terrifying to my bone, but I think that’s the nature of change. It’s confirming the fact that I need this, to be so utterly scared of acting means that I am terrified to the bone of not acting.

I’ve acquired an ipad and it has been a delight to use. Mind you, the experience is alright. The pencil is slightly uncomfortable for long durations but I don’t mind it too much. The writing experience is fine, incomparible to fountain pens but I hadn’t expected such a thing. The most important thing is that it is saving me tonnes of paper, it’s a device of convenience as I had expected it to be. I still write my notes on paper, the experience simply cannot be replaced, but any papers I know I will be throwing out by the end of the semester are done digitally.

I wonder why we crave infinity so badly. All of our lives are centered so often around legacy, around meaning and profoundness not because they are important to us now, but because they are infinite concepts that we concern our time with. As I glance out my window in my studio, watching time pass by I find there to be such beauty in the temporary nature of existence. The ideas behind principles, morals and ideals I don’t have any particular issue with. Life void of meaning is too uncomfortable for us to live. Rather, it is the idea that once we establish something it must last that makes me revolt. Decay may not be beautiful, but often it’s necessary. Destroying is another act of creation, if only because it makes room for a new creation.

Being sick is no fun, being sick whilst moving out is absolutely no fun.

Does using a fountain pen give you better handwring?

Clearly not. (Bonus Russian cursive).

slut-for-vampires:

cat-brodsky:

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pros of eyedroppering a fountain pen:

• save on cartridges
• save time on finding the correct cartridge standard
  
• use (almost) any bottled ink
• no need for a converter
• add some excitement to your life because you feel like you’re carrying around a bomb detonator

  

cons of eyedroppering a fountain pen:

• not for the faint of heart and jittery of hands
• not possible with every pen
• youare carrying around a bomb detonator.

    

this post was made by the teal hands gang

Fountain pens are wonderful until you’re sitting in an 8am tutorial and you realize that it’s leaking all over your pants, notes, and breakfast and now not only is ink all over your hands but your face now looks like a low-grade smurf because you wiped your hand on your cheek without thinking about it

Och,yes. Turns out that racing a bicycle to college shakes up the contents of your backpack, and, well… Diamine China Blue looks prettier on paper than on my fingers.

At least it cleans off really well.

The irony of you reblogging this today when I have De Atraiments Heliogen Green all up my arms because, also cycling to classes

slut-for-vampires:

cat-brodsky:

pros of eyedroppering a fountain pen:

• save on cartridges
• save time on finding the correct cartridge standard
  
• use (almost) any bottled ink
• no need for a converter
• add some excitement to your life because you feel like you’re carrying around a bomb detonator

  

cons of eyedroppering a fountain pen:

• not for the faint of heart and jittery of hands
• not possible with every pen
• youare carrying around a bomb detonator.

    

this post was made by the teal hands gang

Fountain pens are wonderful until you’re sitting in an 8am tutorial and you realize that it’s leaking all over your pants, notes, and breakfast and now not only is ink all over your hands but your face now looks like a low-grade smurf because you wiped your hand on your cheek without thinking about it

Och,yes. Turns out that racing a bicycle to college shakes up the contents of your backpack, and, well… Diamine China Blue looks prettier on paper than on my fingers.

At least it cleans off really well.

23rd of May, 2022 | Bought a new fountain pen (Aa Kaweco Brass Sport ❤️ so tiny and cute and gorgeous ❤️) and I’m experimenting with orange ink. I love it! Also today was PhD students day at my uni, we’re kicking impostor syndrome’s ass!

I still occasionally get commissions for pen and ink portraits and I always love doing them!

Just started vol. 4 of my Diary last week!

That’s over one year and seven months of daily journaling, plus the occasional notes in vol. 0 going back to May of 2017. ᕙ(͡°‿ ͡°)ᕗ

Which means, of course, I’M RUNNING OUT OF STICKERS! Since I add at least one to every entry, there are over 500 in there so far.