#fowc #paper
pulped and rolled out wood chip
a marvellous media to receive the
pens contents
even if the colour is
red , blue, yellow or green
Tag: ink
#FOWC #Inkdrop
By an act of gravity
launched from a fountain pen
over the white letter paper
the ink made its mark
Born out of a fault
launch of an identity
over time
that developed
Beginnings of a character
living on its on line home
out of nowhere
the footprints spread
#octpowrimo #ifiwereyou
opinion is a wonderful thing
but after you’ve vented your spleen
across two pages of finest vellum
re read, recollect your thoughts, and rewrite
for once you’ve stuck it in the envelope
and it’s journeyed to the news paper
a different edition of who you are
will be plastered over the letters page
and though you won’t see them
all eyes will turn on you
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Getting crafty
Salford, Wednesday 8th August
#crafts #stamps #art #ink
Returning to a craft, I enjoyed doing.
The medium…simple enough linoleum, like the stuff mum and dad used to tile the kitchen with, only a lot more plainer than the colourful patterns that contained
My tools, an inked pad, like the ones they had at school, and a carving tool…with attachments you had to treat like a drill
The subject, a common tree leaf, basic as you can find at this time of year, and drawn out onto the linoleum and then cut out
Transferring the design onto the Lino in reverse, came first. Do it the other way you would get a reverse image…and that would just be daft.
You took care with the tool…that thing cutting into the medium could also take out the ends of your fingers. Once finished the carvings went into the bin. Before I did a test run.
Letting the ink form a thin layer on the Lino, before applying just the right amount of pressure to print onto the paper
For a first attempt, it’s not that bad…I’ll be giving it a go with some watercolour to create a picture, later.
#CFFC #LetterI
We start with the title of this website for this challenge – the #inkwell composed by your host #Inkdrop
Now some of you might not have read my explanation of my pen name. I was handed my first fountain pen at the tender age of ten. Just before my entry into the big wide jungle known as high school. I dabbled with the fountain pen all for five years in an attempt to improve my handwriting, positives – it kinda worked, it also got me noticed by the young ladies in the common room
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Once more into the ink…
Quite the thing, the noble feather known as a quill
under the hand of the wordsmith
it paints pictures in type without a machine
letters form on paper through ink
lovingly transcribed by the writer with the sharpened nib
