...the pencil is lying quietly across the desk from here,minding his own business,as if swallowed up in thought in his own little world.He does not like being bothered.
There's a paper, a page from a notebook that is helplessly rolling about in the cold dungeon of the waste paper basket...the other fell out the window and his friend,a paper plane is holding onto the window pane rather unsuccessfully.Another brave paper has just been squashed into a creased ball for target practice,and yet the papers do not give up!
All this while,the family from the notebook have been trying to get the pencil to say something...anything!!
Let sleeping pencils lie..how dumb does this notebook click get!
No one knows,but the pencil does not know why he is mean and heartless like that.He is being run by a power..a force..a cult-like system of belief...a religion!He was never bad in the beginning.He was hewn from the same ingenuity that brought to life the ever so fond Pen and Paper relationship(that the pen belongs to the paper,as the paper belongs to the pen).
That pencil,clad in red,fell into the hands of a perfectionist concept artist.He was told,from the day he came on the scene,that everything must come out perfect,the way the artist imagines it,or else it is not worth.That there are no repeated lines,that there are elements and principles of drawing,tht if anyone falls short,they are not worth anything!That there are no crooked lines...and the music of art in the pencil died.
So today,the pencil is not looking for the perfect piece of concept art,rather it is searching for the wrong ones that must and should be thrown out....
there is a reason why they are called "sketches"...(grabbing my sketchpad..time to get back to work)..
#RANDOMTHENTICITY
