There is something to be said about putting pen to paper: it creates permanence.
The passions, the hesitations, the fury, and the intensity — all of it, yes, all of it is splayed outward, arms and legs akimbo, in ink and smudge and crispness and honesty. Nothing is hidden in the dips and folds; nothing can be failed, cannot be intuited from the curves and the straights.
There is a brutal forthrightness that comes at the intersection of ink and parchment that cannot be replaced by digitizations or verbalization. The nature of the medium both demands and creates a unique truth.