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!

Sunday, September 25, 2011

More Pencil Practice

This one piece that I practiced is really supposed to be two different practices on two different sheets of paper. But I thought I'd combine the two. No surprise there.

In the center, I continued the light/dark lettering using pressure and release. On the two sides the lettering was scrunched closer together and some further apart.

What you come out with is a sort of texture that is made by the lettering, by the lightness and the darkness dancing in and out of each other.

I kind of like this practice piece. Think I'll keep working on it.

(Don't look too closely...you will see my mistake! We all make them.)

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