The paper avoids notice, so much so it is ineffective. Like the ball boys in professional tennis, the paper is shy to the point of distraction. The whiteness of this paper does not blend in well.
This is in too harsh a contrast to the ink of the pen, which leaves a trail so pleasing to the eye that I feel compelled to find paper to match. The pen's variance of line thickness is detectable, enough to break the monotony common to high precision instruments, yet too subtle to compromise the accuracy of the curve I had originally wished to depict.
It is a well-made tool. Effective communication between hand and pen is instant, while particulars of the parlance are noted in due time. Then, it's response to pressure, angle, and speed of stroke become second nature. The struggle, the barrier between mental image and physical depiction fades, the pen becomes the constant assistant of hand, the hand becomes the faithful executive of the mind's eye.
