I grew up in Raleigh at a time when the nuns taught at Our Lady Of Lourdes. They lived out back of the school and wore those imposing yet Holy Habits that commanded your adoration, attention, and, quite frankly, your fear. So, when they asked you to "sit up straight" with your "feet flat on the floor" and compose your letters properly according to the Palmer Method of Handwriting, you did just that! I believe it was at that impressionable age that I became infatuated with the formation of letters. When I was introduced to calligraphy in 1978, it was no wonder I fell in love with this beautiful art form. My first taste of the calligraphic world lasted no longer than one hour. The instructor turned a piece of chalk on its edge to form calligraphic works of art from A to Z on the chalkboard. That was that! But it was all I needed to fire the embers that had been sparked in elementary school. Watching the slow, rhythmical shaping of those letters was like listening to classical music. It was not until 1997 that I enrolled in my first formal calligraphy class. Boy, were my eyes opened! I knew I had a lifelong road of learning ahead of me. It's been 38 years since that white piece of chalk was laid on its side. I am still learning. Come learn with me!

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Eiffel Tower

I am going to veer from the norm here for a moment. I am in the midst of reading "My Life in France" written by Julia Child, and I woke up wanting to share this photo with you. It is one of over 300 pics I took while in France with my daughter. One cannot take enough photographs of the Eiffel Tower. I tried! This is one of my favorites. Photography is one of the ways that I satisfy my artistic urges. I am endeavoring to meld it with my lettering. In any case, each inspires the other. This photograph makes me want to letter in French, "Je t'aime." And maybe I will.

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