When I was getting ready to make this photo, I was wishing that someone had washed the hotel windows recently. I didn’t care for the streaks on the glass or the way they interfered with the photo I wanted. But as sometimes happens, the things I disliked the most ended up being (to me) important to the image. They remind me of cartoon stink lines radiating up from the distant skyline.
I used to be a calligrapher, ages and ages ago. At the time, I worked as an architectural draftsperson so I already knew (and was good at) tiny, concise, and neat lettering. It was an easy jump from there to calligraphy. Eventually that thing we used to call “desktop publishing” came around and most people lost interest in have hand-done calligraphy.
But just as fountain pens seem to have having a moment, calligraphy is once again popular. At the calligraphers’ guild table, you could get your name lettered on a bookmark by an obliging gentleman. So I did.
Dallas Pen Show