I threw myself on the unsuspecting and largely ignorant (of the finer points of calligraphy) public with a combination of outward enthusiasm and inward insecurity. You might think my insecurity lessened as I went on but the opposite was true. As my calligraphy got better, so did my critical skills. I could see flaws that I didn’t know existed the year before. Instead of abating, my insecurity grew.
Friday, August 23, 2019
Book Preview-Too Soon
Writing Calligraphy: How I Fell In, Out, and In Love Again was an exercise in trust. This is one of many instances where things just fell into place. When I needed an image to go with the following passage, I came across this bookmark I made in 1979. The lettering itself illustrates how much I didn't know and the quote is so appropriate.
I threw myself on the unsuspecting and largely ignorant (of the finer points of calligraphy) public with a combination of outward enthusiasm and inward insecurity. You might think my insecurity lessened as I went on but the opposite was true. As my calligraphy got better, so did my critical skills. I could see flaws that I didn’t know existed the year before. Instead of abating, my insecurity grew.
I threw myself on the unsuspecting and largely ignorant (of the finer points of calligraphy) public with a combination of outward enthusiasm and inward insecurity. You might think my insecurity lessened as I went on but the opposite was true. As my calligraphy got better, so did my critical skills. I could see flaws that I didn’t know existed the year before. Instead of abating, my insecurity grew.
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Calligraphy Memoir,
Lettering
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