Forty small sheets made in forty mornings, one brush, no corrections. Six of them survived.
The rule was simple: one sheet a day before breakfast, one loaded brush, and no going back over anything. Most days produced something I threw away by lunch. The six here are the ones that still looked right a month later.
What the series taught me was not about ink. It was about stopping. Every sheet I ruined, I ruined by adding a second stroke.
