I found these pens neatly standing in a metal container on my desk. I was gifted them, after stealing my sister’s Posca pens on a trip home after my first year of college. I was excited immediately, imagining all the possibilities of coloring, drawing, and writing in ways I hadn’t explored before. Over the years, they’ve remained a staple in my creative bursts. They’ve been used on paper, canvas, and even a few spontaneous projects.

Even though I don’t use them constantly anymore, the pens hold a lot of memories. They represent consistency in my creativity and the joy in creating. Each worn end and painted cap is a reminder of the countless little projects that didn’t need to be perfect to be meaningful. They sit on my desk now, quietly waiting for the next burst of inspiration to come alive.