I used to write my tweets in a notebook. That was a very interesting experiment. Especially ironic as I was making permanent artifacts that were going to be become ephemeral when they are published.
Love this piece. It's one of those that very likely to nudge me doing something.
>Just me, myself and I. And the pencil and the page.
This reminded me of a scene from The Sound Of Metal, where Ruben was forced to sit in the morning in an empty room with a pen and paper and write until he gets "a moment of stillness". I wanted to try it myself but have been postponing over and over again. But I shall say I am one step closer: I have been practising proper cursive handwriting because it is how I am used to writing in my language and it feels wrong drawing words taking a pen off paper (yes I'm weird). The other thing I must mention, after all these years typing feels natural and writing by hand is effortful. I don't want to reverse it but I want to "master both ways". Really want to see how it is to write without autocorrect, copy/paste, putting cursor wherever I want, etc. So, wish me luck.
In my teens I started reading a book on graphology without knowing exactly what it was about. Well, now I don’t remember a single thing about it, but not rarely I am amused by other’s people calligraphy. I still try to make sense of them intuitively.
When the pencil hits the pages, its intensity, form and the spaces between letters speak almost as loud as the author’s content. But often not about the same things.
I wish I could make sense of that scientifically.
Well, that’s why manuscripts and written letters should never die. A silly “I love you [insert heart emoji]” in Arial is sooo different from an IIII LLLLOOOVE YOUUU written flamboyantly in a single A4 sheet of paper. You can reapeeeat some letters, capslock it all - it’s just not the same thing.
Same as for journaling. You know it was a chill day if the page is easy to read, the letters are a little more round or digressive. When the words are all spilled, carving the page below, you know you were in a hurry, anxious, or at least, demonic possessed (“this was a fun day” - you may remember).
I don’t know if you thought of that while doing this essay/experiment, but I am glad you took a photo of the finished work.
And thanks for the flâneuring on modern day people. My lower back ached a bit, and my myopic eyes glimpsed behind my 9 degree glasses as I laughed my way of relatability.
I used to write my tweets in a notebook. That was a very interesting experiment. Especially ironic as I was making permanent artifacts that were going to be become ephemeral when they are published.
I enjoyed this. It's making me want to try it.
Love this piece. It's one of those that very likely to nudge me doing something.
>Just me, myself and I. And the pencil and the page.
This reminded me of a scene from The Sound Of Metal, where Ruben was forced to sit in the morning in an empty room with a pen and paper and write until he gets "a moment of stillness". I wanted to try it myself but have been postponing over and over again. But I shall say I am one step closer: I have been practising proper cursive handwriting because it is how I am used to writing in my language and it feels wrong drawing words taking a pen off paper (yes I'm weird). The other thing I must mention, after all these years typing feels natural and writing by hand is effortful. I don't want to reverse it but I want to "master both ways". Really want to see how it is to write without autocorrect, copy/paste, putting cursor wherever I want, etc. So, wish me luck.
Cheers,
John
In my teens I started reading a book on graphology without knowing exactly what it was about. Well, now I don’t remember a single thing about it, but not rarely I am amused by other’s people calligraphy. I still try to make sense of them intuitively.
When the pencil hits the pages, its intensity, form and the spaces between letters speak almost as loud as the author’s content. But often not about the same things.
I wish I could make sense of that scientifically.
Well, that’s why manuscripts and written letters should never die. A silly “I love you [insert heart emoji]” in Arial is sooo different from an IIII LLLLOOOVE YOUUU written flamboyantly in a single A4 sheet of paper. You can reapeeeat some letters, capslock it all - it’s just not the same thing.
Same as for journaling. You know it was a chill day if the page is easy to read, the letters are a little more round or digressive. When the words are all spilled, carving the page below, you know you were in a hurry, anxious, or at least, demonic possessed (“this was a fun day” - you may remember).
I don’t know if you thought of that while doing this essay/experiment, but I am glad you took a photo of the finished work.
And thanks for the flâneuring on modern day people. My lower back ached a bit, and my myopic eyes glimpsed behind my 9 degree glasses as I laughed my way of relatability.
This was a beautiful peace.