I cannot stop myself from sketching. I have hundreds of sketchbooks, notebooks, sheets of paper, etc. I draw on old train tickets, during boring lectures (not really surprising, huh?), instead of keeping a diary.
I already know what to take with me on a desert island-pencils and a lot of paper! Pencil is one of the best human inventions (and bikes, and cameras ) and the sound of graphite on a paper...symphony for my ears. It's a kind of magic- leaving a sign of pencil/marker/pen/whatever. It comes from inside you. Like whistling, dancing or singing.
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