Tonal shading.

image scanned from Sketchbook #92
I am not that pencil
straight and true
Or the picture
Shade and texture drew
And I am not the dropped one
...broken, brittle
It just flew from finger onto floor
Nor am I pack fresh and brand new
Not sharpened like a jewel
Or snapped in two
Or whittled and tossed away all together
I am the artist, spinning a yarn
in pencil
Text inspired by a poem called THE PENCIL by PAM PUSSYCAT
For a copy of the poem contact sharemyart@gmail.com

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

what the hell is that?