Why I Still Choose Charcoal
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There’s something about charcoal that never stops pulling me back in.
I’ve tried other mediums oil, pastel, ink, and they all have their place. But charcoal? Charcoal feels like memory. Like ash from something that mattered. It stains your fingers, your clothes, the table you swore you’d keep clean. It forces you to be present, to wrestle with what you’re trying to say.
When I started drawing, I didn’t have fancy tools. Just a cheap sketchbook and a stick of charcoal that barely held together. But I could still make something honest with it. Something raw. That’s what I’ve always chased truth over perfection.
Mad Charcoal wasn’t born in a polished studio. It was born from that same grit. From late nights. From doubt. From praying the rent would clear. Every piece I post, every material we design, comes from that place. Not because it’s comfortable but because it’s real.
So if you’re creating with whatever you’ve got welcome. This space is for you. Whether you’re using a dollar-store pencil or our Mad Pastels, if you’re drawing from a place that costs something, you’re doing it right.
We’re not here for perfect. We’re here for true.