I'm trying to remember how I got involved in pen-and-ink drawing. It wasn't a very deliberate thing, and just enough time has passed that I'm on the verge of forgetting.
Of course, I've always used ink to some degree, for sketches and doodles. However, I wasn't ever really what I would call a pen-and-ink artist until about four years ago. I drew mostly with graphite, and preferred to paint with oils.
I think this is how it happened:
In the spring of 2007, the office I work for changed locations, and our new building has behind it a wooded area with a walking trail. That summer, on the walking trail, I found some fallen, immature green walnuts.
I didn't know what they were, and identification was difficult because they were still small. They didn't yet look like ripe walnuts. After some research and discussion, I figured out they were black walnuts, and learned that the wooded area had a bunch of black walnut trees.
I think that somewhere along the way while I was researching this, I saw that black walnuts could be used to make ink. That prompted me to do a little more internet research on the process. I read that the ink was good artist ink, lightfast, and archival. The recipe for homemade black walnut ink was pretty straightforward. Since at the time I had no cash for art supplies and I'm a cheapskate at heart, I thought I'd try it.
I do recall being a little bit preoccupied with it. I learned to identify walnut trees and started spotting them all around town. In the autumn, when the nuts fell from the trees, I picked up a bunch and made some ink.
During this time period, I was occasionally spending my lunch breaks doing graphite (and occasionally charcoal) sketches of buildings and trees near my office. I was also, from time to time, doing quick sketches of people with black ink felt-tip pens, mainly because I enjoyed the crisp, clean contrast as opposed to graphite.
Late in the spring 2008, I took some walnut ink with me on my lunch break, and began a small drawing of the old Bellevoir mansion near my office. I spent a couple of days on it.
In July, co-worker saw that drawing, and asked me to draw his house. A friend of mine saw the Bellevoir drawing and bought it. The house drawing I did for the co-worked led to a few more commissions from the co-worker's friends. That, in turn, led to more commissions over the course of the next couple years.
I was taking these drawings to a gallery frame shop to have window mats cut for them. The owner of the frame shop expressed interest in my work and recommended that I draw some local scenes to try to sell.
As I worked on these commissions, I developed a deeper appreciation for, and enjoyment of, pen-and-ink.
So, there you go. I became a pen-and-ink artist because one day on my lunch break I found a nut I couldn't identify.