I have been struggling with a drawing for the Mystery Box competition. I used to buy Design HB pencils from National Art. The pencil's look changed. No big deal. Wrong. The pencil has changed! It won't sharpen and it is softer.
I thought I found the old pencil online with the old look. I ordered a box. Turns out they were not the old pencils. The numbers are the same but the online photo must not have been updated.
Thought maybe I could adjust. Finally after creating an graphite mess I dug up an old stub of my favorite pencil. I am ready to let Maxwell have his way with the whole box. He quickly make toothpicks out of pencils. Finding a new favorite pencil would be a goal for this year.
As I was putting away a few of my dads things I spied his drafting pencil. I expected hard lead, but I was surprised by what I think is H2. The lines are clean. I will purchase HB lead tomorrow.
I am once again a happy artist.
My father passed away last April. It has been hard to recover from the after effect. I do finally feel more sane. I is very nice to happen in to my father's drafting pencil. It is like keeping a piece of him close to me. I am sure he is looking and down on me and glad that I have adopted his pencil as my own.