“u” is for “uisukii”

Running just a bit behind this week, aren’t I? I assure you there’s a good reason for it. Totally not because I’ve been spending too much time on my computer playing Banished, building virtual settlements. Certainly not. (Okay, maybe I’m a liar.)

Well, in the time I haven’t been engaged in mismanaging the ill-fated citizens of the village Snellstochito, I have been continuing to work on my Japanese. I got through katakana (the other syllabary) on my own and purchased Japanese for Everyone to continue my studies. So far the choice seems sound. In the first chapter, the words for beer, wine, and whiskey were introduced.

I often wonder whether or not my handwriting in Japanese is terrible.

It’s a little bit odd getting back into the swing of homework, now that I’m the one who both assigns and completes it. It’s a strange duality. An odd bonus to all this is a dramatic increase in the amount of handwriting I do on a daily basis. I’m sure I could save the trees and do it all on the computer, but what’s the fun in that? I enjoyed writing my notes and homework out by hand in college and I can’t imagine doing it any other way. The fine art of margin doodles would be lost. Besides, I spend enough time as it is staring at a computer screen.

After reading a recent article by my pen-aficionado friend Chris, I decided I needed a fancy writing pen for my homework. I certainly have no shortage of drawing pens (20 Microns and counting), but I don’t really have any nice writing pens. It hardly seemed justifiable to buy such a pen when I was only writing grocery lists, but now that I’m doing all this very important learning? Yeah, I can spend $30 on a pen. I’m no longer a broke college student and I can afford pens I didn’t get for free at a job fair.

From top to bottom: Pilot Petit3 Mini Fude Brush Pen (blue-black), Pilot Petit1 Mini Fountain Pen (apricot & clear blue), Lamy Safari Fountain Pen (extra fine)

So I went and splurged on some pens at JetPens.com (which is a dangerous place full of all manner of attractive writing and drawing implements). Somehow I managed to get away with only buying four pens. I ended up getting a reasonable “beginner” fountain pen (a Lamy Safari), a couple of a cute mini fountain pens, and a brush pen. Ostensibly I only needed one pen, but the Lamy bumped me over the $25 free shipping mark so I had to make sure and negate those savings by buying three more pens. I feel I exercised amazing self-restraint by not purchasing the whole rainbow of the little Pilot Petit1’s.

I’m going to pretend I bought this mini fude pen because I need it for kanji practice.

The internet has irreparably damaged my use of the English language.

Still, I feel it was money well spent. All of them are nice pens, and I am definitely happy with the Lamy. It writes so pleasantly. It’s easy to forget about these little things in life that are so inexplicably satisfying. As much as I love drawing, it is sometimes frustrating and difficult. Writing however has that same tactile appeal in a much more relaxing way. I suppose it’s a little odd, but I look forward to doing my homework because of this. It’s a bit disappointing I don’t have cause to write for anything else. Maybe I should take up snail-mail.

In light of approaching Valentine’s Day, here is a short story of love…and betrayal! Because that’s more exciting.

The other day I unearthed my box of colored pencils, and was struck by a poignant sense of guilt. For more than a year they had sat alone in the dark, unused and unloved. I had abandoned them. How could I be so cold?

But we were so good together!

Once upon a time, I deeply loved my colored pencils. This love affair started when I was quite young. My grandmother had a set of Prismacolor colored pencils that she would let me play with. Having already been bitterly betrayed by watercolor, their soft and rich consistency instantly won me over. Over several years, I carefully built up a beautiful collection of my own, pencil by pencil. (At $2-3 a pop, the box above represents a lot of money invested in colorful little wooden sticks.) I lavished them with attention and adoration. I made wonderful pictures with them. They were my favorite. They were the best…until fate crushed our love.

One day a set of fancy Copic markers came along and swayed my heart. These markers fulfilled my unrequited desire for watercolor that my pencils could not touch. A new love blossomed and I cruelly left my old love by the wayside with nary a look back. Oh, how my heart is fickle!

All those broken leads are rough on a girl’s heart.

It’s okay, my pencils, you will always have a special place in my heart. You’re still just as lovely and vibrant and I miss your warm cedar smell. Let’s just say I was the one who changed. Someday I will bring you out and we will do beautiful things again. Maybe you and the markers can learn to be friends. Sure, I’m trying to assuage my guilt a bit, but I really do feel bad about neglecting you.

Other people empathize with their art supplies, right? Right?

Courageous Tillie and his faithful steed George set off to seek adventure. Who knew what exciting foreign lands and heroic deeds lay before them? They would cross the treacherous River of Eels, slay the terrible monster of Gila, and they would rescue fair Hilda. Songs would be written about them, they would be showered with untold riches, and they would get to have tea with the Queen. All the neighbors would be envious. And as long as they were back by dinner, Tillie’s mom promised they could both have cupcakes with rainbow sprinkles for dessert.

Do you remember being a kid and you just got a brand new set of markers (or colored pencils, or crayons) and you were consumed by a need to use all of them, at once, on one glorious picture?  This happened to me rather frequently.  Just seeing the huge rainbow mega packs in the store would make my eyes glaze over with longing.  This did happen to other children, right?  Well, I never grew out of it.  Every time I go into an art store, the panoply of  color still calls out to me and I am overwhelmed by a irrational need to own all of them, even the colors I don’t really like.  I guess it’s not all that surprising that I ended where I am today.

Anyways, the point of this story is that I got a set of markers for Christmas.  Fancy grown-up artist markers.  I have been lusting after a set of Copic art markers for several years now, but I was too cheap (broke) to ever invest in a set.  At $4-6 bucks a pop, they get expensive very quickly, and I was worried that I might not like them after blowing all that money.  At some point in the past I tried out some Prismacolor markers and it felt like I was coloring with very expensive Sharpies that were half dried up.  Sure, I do have a beloved rainbow set of Sharpies, but I don’t use them for artistic masterpieces.  On the other hand, I have only ever heard good things about Copic markers, and I like the look of artwork produced using them.  I really wanted to give them a try.  I was so excited when I finally got them, that I think I squealed when I opened the package.

Needless to say, I’ve been avidly tooling around with them in my spare time since then.  The illustration above pretty much sums up my childlike glee.  I am extremely pleased with them.  They are everything I wanted them to be.  They are double ended, with a wonderful brush tip on one side.  The color flows smoothly from both ends.  You can layer and blend, and there is no icky smell–the whole experience is very similar to using watercolors.  I’ve been pretending for years that painting with watercolors was an enjoyable, not time intensive, finicky, often frustrating experience.  This is really what I wanted all along.  Double plus bonus, I have also discovered that they work well on fabric which opens up all sorts of new possibilities for my sewing.  I didn’t even consider this use until after I got them.

So if you have ever considered trying out art markers, I would definitely recommend them.  About the only drawbacks in my mind are the expense, and the fact that they bleed through nearly any paper.  The expense is worth it, especially considering that they are refillable, and as long as you remember to put down a blotter sheet, the other part isn’t a problem either.  There are a few different styles available, but I found this to be a pretty helpful breakdown of each:  Copic, Sketch, Ciao, or Wide.  If you are wondering, I have the 36 B set of the Ciaos.

Now that I have this wonderful set, I am struck with a new dilemma–I only have 36 out of the hundreds of colors.  It seems like such a paltry number all of a sudden.  I need all the colors.  It’s like Pokemon, you gotta catch them all.  I suppose if you aren’t into Pokemon or obsessed with art supplies, you don’t understand.  I see you start to back away slowly with a concerned look on your face.  It’s okay, I understand.  It’s not for you.  Just enjoy the pictures and I promise I won’t tell you anything about how awesome my Charizard is.