We human beings all search for what speaks our mind through all sorts of medium isn't it? Be it an art installation, a photograph, a painting, an article or even a simple desk arrangement; our bodily tools are so limiting simple language, gestures and facial expressions just don't seem to convey enough essence and importance of what our minds have been going through (alright poor English here, maybe it is suffice to say "don't seem to do the justice"). We need the medium viewer to go through similar torture or spend the similar amount of energy, to convey just a bit more, which is fantastic, immensely more liberating and interesting than just hearing the shorten form "I'm sad", BECAUSE there is always beauty springing off from these attempts.
(Faber-Castell Ondoro Smoke Oat fountain pen weighs 42 grams. Beautiful contrast of wood and chrome materials. The only thing I am uneasy of this pen is the "hollow" feeling when it is in use, perhaps due to wood's lower density, every stroke to me generates an echo. Oh "Echo", I may like a pen which echos me indeed, I do)
The tools creating these medium, your hands for an art installation, your camera to create an image, your brush to create those strokes, your pen to flow ideas into an article, we too search for those perfect object-mates, but are we ever sure we have found the perfect match? Same goes, the beauty lies in the attempts. Through attempts you discover yourselves, through attempts you discover what's not, and through attempts you find …. beauty!
(My postman says Kaweco SketchUp 5.6 weighs 45 grams. Just the right weight to spill my idea/graphite onto paper, fingers act as lever to amplify my slight pressure increase from the wrist to produce just enough darkness and width. There is even a sharpener at the back cap. I will probably not be able to finish the graphite until another cool and better one comes along though)
So do lust for your perfect pen or camera, coz it is a noble attempt, but when you are able to find one true love, all the properties don't matter anymore.
(I bought a vegie bag while I was in Tokyo two weeks ago, perfect to host my Traveler's Notebook and Leica M240 inside with great accessibility. Yes I'm afraid my treasures are accesible to theives too. Yes the straps are not for human men. Yes camera and paper are susceptible to rain drops. No, I could not refuse the urge to pull them out every single moment when I experience something new in the trip)
(I had fun to disassemble an iStick, which is great for transferring files between computers and iPhone/iPad, vice versa. Reason to disassemble: I hate the plastic cover and found a way to enclose it into leather. During the attempt, I found a robot cuteness from its core and had some fun attaching my Lego C3PO parts onto it, yup miniature coffee and Traveler's Notebook included)