Paper and pencil have been lifetime companions for Carlos, not simply tools.
In a digital age these humble objects remain stubbornly useful, and our connection
goes back before memory. It’s a physical relationship. A yellow pencil
in a child’s fist moving on blue-lined paper. A word is being born, MOM.
The weight of a book and the sound of a page as it turns, the curve it makes
and how its shadow moves. These are pleasures that haptics can’t mimic.
This book is a journey of discovery with these old friends to see if we can still
surprise each other.