Paper and pencil have been lifetime companions for Carlos, not simply tools. In a digital age these humble objects remain stubbornly useful, and our connection

goes back before memory. It’s a physical relationship. A yellow pencil in a child’s fist moving on blue-lined paper. A word is being born, MOM. The weight of a book and the sound of a page as it turns, the curve it makes

and how its shadow moves. These are pleasures that haptics can’t mimic. This book is a journey of discovery with these old friends to see if we can still

surprise each other. 

The first section unfolds the magic of paper. In its malleability and how it responds to light and color we imagine worlds in a material that is ultimately enigmatic. But the eye insists on finding purpose in form. You see a wing and then

a bird. You see flower petals and silent sea creatures where there is only paper.

The next section is a world of “possible impossibilities.” Here, pencils have intent, and the lines they draw create dimension and story before your eyes. At a stroke, a pencil can transform two dimensions into three. If there are stairs, there is an “up.” A pencil hides behind a line drawn by another pencil. Shadows follow pencils. Pencils follow lines. Lines follow pencils and shadows.

It is a game where what we see comes from us, not what’s there. It is a game of imagination. It’s an invitation to play, and to see what you never imagined.