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I've been drawing/inking my recent comic pages with a Lamy fountain pen, f-nib. It's bright yellow, the pen. The ink I've been forcing through this little banana pen is speedball, highly pigmented, acrylic ink. It lies clean and is shiny black- but I have to clean the nib with 90 proof alcohol every time I want to draw with it, because the ink gunks up the delicate workings of the pen something fierce.

I went out and bought a 12 dollar bottle of non freezing, super high end, fountain pen ink to try to save the time of cleaning and the pen from eventual destruction ... and I don't like the line. It's... different. The ink now spreads a fraction of a millimeter more and is flatter. That doesn't make sense, all lines should be flat, but now the line is flat in a wrong way. So, I'm going back to the speedball ink, even though I know this will wreck the pen eventually. *sigh* How like life.

At least I am now on the section of the book where I get to draw rocks and trees. This is a city book, mostly, but there are a good 8 pages of highway driving in the late middle where rocks and trees have been shoehorned in. This pleases me enough to stop sulking about the ink issue.

He's stuck in rural Western Wisconsin along highway 94. Bet you didn't know that prickly pear cactus were native to Snow Country, did'ja? We've got 'em. The little scrawlly bits outside the picture planes are from me, trying to get the new ink to lie right... futile.


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Aug. 30th, 2009 01:52 am (UTC)
It's amazing what tiny details in a tool's handling we can be sensitive to. Kind of a pain sometimes.
Aug. 30th, 2009 03:28 am (UTC)
I always keep forgetting that we have native cacti growing here
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