An Anthropomorphized Tale – After hours artist’s materials do their own thing.

The Artist had left the studio for the day. Her materials breathed a sigh of relief. Their workday was finally over and it was time to  play.  

The micron ink pens wiggled their way out of the package and rolled across the table toward the drawing pad. “What will it be tonight?” the .30mm asked. “How about a nice linear seascape” the rigger brush suggested. So it was that the ink pens sprung into action and sketched an outline of a simple linear landscape. First, drawing a rectangular box, wider than deep, then the outlines of rolling hills and striated clouds, along with a round orb hovering on the horizon. Standing back, hands on ‘hips’ they surveyed their work. “It’s a good start” an older stub of a graphite pencil said, balancing on his almost used-to-the-rim eraser. 

Next the watercolour box flipped open and the number six rigger brush jumped into action. First wetting its long hairs in a jar of water and then, rolling itself in a pan of colour, mixing up a warm teal and a light turquoise. The brush then deposited light layers of colour inside the inked-in lines. The painting tools finished up with some shading in the sea and sky sections and dabbed on a yellow-orange wash in the sun shape.  

Then the pens and brushes stepped back and admired their work. “Won’t the mistress be surprised in the morning” cooed one young liner in her high squeaky voice. “Hah, she will likely think she painted it and just forgot, the dolt” boomed the ancient, and well-used, 1” Aquarelle, to howls of laughter. ~ Patricia White (the dolt in question), July 5, 2026.

I hope you enjoyed this fanciful vision of art materials feeling the need to bust out of their servitude to the whims of the artist.

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