a blank sheet of white empty sheet of paper offers me a magic carpet ride to another realms of wonderful adventures... my mecha pencil sword in hand, and a black eraser in another, i started to give the empty space a life... it's gray and not so yet living, full of erasures, lots of mistakes... but after all the never giving ups and believing that all will be good, never losing faith in me pencil sword, i slash and slash at the empty space... until i see a life ready to be alive... with a satisfactory smile on my mecha pencil, i let him rest... i seal it's lead pigmented life with my inking sword... then, reinforcements of color pencils come