I used to be a great fan of fountain pens, but I'm not using them lately for their sole purpose as writing instruments. While cleaning up my closet last week I came across the nostalgic ink pots lying there without any attention. There were days in school where we used to lend drops of ink if our neighbor ran out of this precious liquid in his/her pen. It was kind of a recollection of good old memories, the smell of it, the stains it made on hand and uniform. Wow... I don't know how this generation with tablets and digital devices could even understand what I key in here...[damn!!! am I that old to say this???]. Anyways, I thought of playing with it again ruminating those days... and here are the results!!!
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and the last one #3
the overall results were not that bad. Well, I'm thinking of a new possibility of further pursuing the portraits with ink!!! maybe some brand which is more suited for these endeavors.
