There's something so beautiful about the moment ink is brushed onto paper. The quiet sound of the brush gliding across the page. The simple binary that is created by black on white. You can sit, and drink tea while drawing at a desk or on a wall.
There's also something great about turning Jay Reatard to 11 on your stereo, and going nuts overtop that simple binary with a set of coloured pencils like a drunk 6 year old.
