The Ball Point
A blue ball point pen has always been my preferred drawing utensil.
Ball points remind me of angry doodles scribbled in the cramped margins of my notebook, of disjointed ideas being slashed across their bellies by the lines on the sheet, of attempting to condense my emotions into the white space left at the bottom of a page when I'd written too much on things that don't matter and spoken too little on the things that do.
I've used ball point for so long that I'm more comfortable drawing with it than with a pencil. I'm loose and quick with a pen, mistakes and stray lines are welcome, but with a pencil, I'm sluggish and self conscious. A mistake feels costly.
Ball points don't have much of a designation other than to create lines. They aren't designer or art pens. They can be anything and I think that's why I like them so much; they reflect a desire of mine to be free-spirited, to not be tied down by a designation.
Which do you prefer? The pen or the pencil?