Until recently I used to draw with a mechanical pencil on plain, cheap a4/lettersize printer paper - the way an engineer doodles
. But lately I took my mechanical pencil for a spin on Canson 14x17'' bristol paper, which I had laying around for ages but was always too scared to use because it feels too nice and precious. Oh my.. it's a sensual experience!
The paper feels so good to the touch, and the pencil moves so satisfyingly on it. Every line tickles some weird area in my brain that produces the good kind of chemicals. My line work is nowhere near as good as I'd like, but it's still so satisfying to draw and I can't help stopping and looking at my lines like an idiot for much longer than justified. It's hard to explain the feeling of drawing a beautiful line. There's one catch: it is impossible to make "sketches" on it. It is so pleasant to draw, that I have to build up more detail and then more detail and then some more. I decided to make a drawing that would have taken maybe 8 hrs on my regular paper/style, and I've spent maybe 16hrs now and I'm only half-done. And I still feel that I'm rushing through it. I would really like to redo it spending maybe 100hrs on it, and then I would be happy.
It is a hell full of pleasure for obsessive-compulsive line fetishists [link]