The first two months of the COVID-19 pandemic, I and everyone else in the Netherlands was summoned by the government not to leave the home. A hard measure! So I stayed in and around my house for quite a while. Fortunately I life in the countryside, have a garden and a dog so my world did not really collapse that much. I was able to go outside, sniff the air and witness how spring was slowly changing the world outside without meeting another human being.
So I walked a lot in isolation during the first Corona-time weeks. For the eye, the world still looked so familiar, but it had changed dramatically on other levels.
Besides walking the dog and doing some groceries every two weeks, I realized that I had to place my travelling plans in the refrigerator for probably a good couple of months. Maybe even till next year.
And besides taking some snapshots with my phone, I did not touch my Fuji X-T3 at all. That is a little strange for a photographer. A light apathy had come over me. Suddenly I was living in a world without hurry and deadlines. Nothing was really important anymore, besides staying healthy, while people all around fell over like domino stones.
And in this weird period, while the world was in war with a virus, I started to draw again. As a lot of my creative work takes place behind my computer screen, I suddenly loved working with paper, pens and pencils. Trying out new materials and techniques I found an old Pilot Vpen in the drawer and working with it felt so different. Like a blooming flower, old memories opened up. I remembered my old Schaeffer Slim Targa fountain pen and found it! Wanting to fill it up again with dark marron Waterman ink, I saw that the rubber part of the converter had dried out over the years. Unfortunately! But not really…
While looking for a ink converter on the net, I discovered something new. The fabulous world of the amazing fountain pen and its inks. The beauty of design mixed with the magic of colors. It feels like Alice in Wonderland!