I used my mom’s fountain pen. It wasn’t meant for drawing at all, and I really had to scrape to get to the ink to come out. It was fun but easy to lose interest in really quickly, since it was so physically difficult to use. You can see lots of textures started and abandoned in that stained Prime Table doodle. I was using the tip completely wrong and I probably broke it. It surprised me that it almost looked like a nib line. The ink mated with the disgusting food and made new lands.

