In the tree-shadowed building of the prep section of The Bishop's School in Pune, we used pencils until the 2nd grade. As the monsoons approached in the first week of June, it was a rite of passage for boys entering the 3rd grade to take a trip to the stationers to buy their first ink pen. At the end of the first week, every boy, save for prissy me, had been berated for a Royal Blue ink stain, traditionally azure (Hex#002366) at its centre, fading outward into the terrible web version (Hex#4169E1) at the bottom of the breast shirt pocket of the starched white uniforms that we wore to class everyday.
Editor's Note.
Art that utilizes words as its 'paintbrush' is particularly intriguing: as opposed to an abstract stroke and a symbolic color, text is codified, sending great big brainwaves of pre-conceived associations. Its foundations lie in a system of signs and signifiers, with sounds and symbols that represent each word, syllable and letter.
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