Farewell, brushpen. We had good times.

I wanted to capture some of WHY I’ve thrown such a fuss over losing a pen. It’s not the tool – it’s never the tool – it’s the memories and the symbolism that are hard to detach from the pen itself. It helped me learn to ink in a way that caused my arms less pain, so infer all you like from that.

I think this is a fitting little sendoff :)