“Everything becomes agitated. Ideas quick-march into motion like battalions of a grand army to its legendary fighting ground, and the battle rages. Memories charge in, bright flags on high; the cavalry of metaphor deploys with a magnificent gallop; the artillery of logic rushes up with clattering wagons and cartridges; on imagination's orders, sharpshooters sight and fire; forms and shapes and characters rear up; the paper is spread with ink - for the nightly labor begins and ends with torrents of this black water, as a battle opens and concludes with black powder.” WritingIdeasEndsCharacterFormOrderFightingBlackWaterImaginationMemoriesFireBattleShapesPaperLaborLogicSightArmyMetaphorSpreadRageMarchFlagsMagnificentInkLegendaryPowderWagonsArtilleryCavalry Author:Honore de Balzac
“Where some may see flat, static narratives, I see a spectrum of tonal gradations and realities. What I am creating is literally black portraiture with ballpoint pen ink. I'm looking for that in-between state in an individual where the overarching definition is lost. Skin as geography is the terrain I expand by emphasizing the specificity of blackness, where an individual’s subjectivity, various realities and experiences can be drawn onto the diverse topography of the epidermis. From there, the possibilities of portraying a fully-fledged person are endless.” MayPersonsStatesRealityIndividualLostBlackPossibilityCreatingSkinsDefinitionsVariousEndlessNarrativeFlatsPensDiverseInkSpectrumGeographyStaticBlacknessSubjectivityTerrainPortrayingPortraitureSpecificityTopographyBallpoint Pens Author:Toyin Odutola
“One drop of hatred in your soul will spread and discolor everything like a drop of black ink in white milk.” SoulHateBlackWhiteHatredSpreadYour SoulMilkInk Book:A Wilderness Station: Selected Stories, 1968-1994 Source: A Wilderness Station: Selected Stories, 1968-1994
“I always loved to paint. As a kid, I liked to dip my paintbrush in black ink. They gave colors to me to use, but I didn't like them very much.” UseKidsBlackColorPaintInkDipPaintbrush Author:Pierre Soulages
“Black ink was always my favorite. I loved it. And then one day I realized that the only thing I ever wanted to do was to paint.” WantedBlackOne DayPaintMy FavoriteI RealizedInk Author:Pierre Soulages
“The soft black talc blew through the streets like squid ink uncoiling along a sea floor and the cold crept down and the dark came early and the scavengers passing down the steep canyons with their torches trod silky holes in the drifted ash that closed behind them silently as eyes.” EyeBlackDarkBehindsSeaStreetsColdDown AndHolesPassingPassingsAshesInkTorchesSteepCanyonsSquids Book:The Road Source: The Road
“My mother always said I must be part Mongolian because of my lotus-pale complexion and squid-ink black hair.” SaidMotherBlackHairPaleInkLotusesComplexionBlack HairSquids Author:Diane Ackerman