from a mug shot posted to Flickr by Angus McDiarmid

There's something deeply satisfying about crosshatching. Some people derive pleasure from golf, some from chocolate, some from bawling like babies at town hall meetings. Me, I get off on crosshatching. I have no idea why. How such a mundane activity can be so sensuous is a puzzle to me. Do other artists have little techniques that in themselves feel voluptuous? Or writers: does the physical act of tapping keys and seeing black pixels appear on the screen send you into paroxisms of ecstasy? I should do a study about this. Except I don't do studies. Maybe I'll draw a picture of a study. With lots of crosshatching.