Ever since I was little, nothing has made my heart zing quite as much as brand new art supplies. I look at all those colours waiting to be unleashed on paper and feel so much joy. Even these black fineliner pens, with all that gorgeous ink waiting to become shapes and lines, faces and whiskers, sends my imagination soaring. They look like beauty sleeping in her glass coffin, just waiting for a creative person to come along and kiss her awake, releasing her from coma to the sweeping action of drawing. How many pictures are there, dreaming in a pen?
Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017