Hi Doc,
Forgive me if I relate a short resume of an experience I had in 1985 during a long journey around the world. I left the West coast of Scotland by ferry to Nth Ireland off the ferry by now carrying three suitcases camera around the neck and so on the heavens opened and I had all my luggage on a tiny trolley with tiny wheels in the deepening downpour. Arrived at my home stay lightning everywhere , thunder black as ink the house reminiscent of Wuthering Heights Mansion. Met by the lady of the house at the door I was all in, pleasantries over off to bed. The bed was enormous and here was my great experience that reminds me clearly after viewing your pen.
The bed was black, the sheets were stark white and starched and ironed, not since I was a member of my Mums household had I known such incredible purity of linen and yes my Mum starched and ironed the sheets. My Mum was born 1908.
That stark white and black exudes purity and absolute tone since black and white are not colours by definition but tones. Love it and I admire the way you kept that separation never for the fainthearted. Boy your collection must range in approaches, blank shapes and sizes the best of.
In 1985 I was given three months to live with Cancer so I was newly informed reason I made that journey and you prompted my memories with your outstanding pen.
Thank you my friend I look forward to your work always.
Kind regards Peter.
. Comments welcome but most of all thanks for just looking. Doc
