Pressing matters: the marks we make

As a kid, whenever I wrote with a pen or pencil, I pressed so hard that the words left deep impressions on the next blank page. Even when I tried to write lightly, the marks remained—silent echoes of my forceful grip. I remember someone telling me, You don’t have to press that hard into the paper, you know. I never thought much about it until a few days ago, when I was coloring in Secret Garden,…