And guess what, though! I just started taking a calligraphy lesson.
It's something I always was fascinated, yet didn't quite think of actually trying simply because I didn't know where to begin. I did learn it at school when I was 10 or so? but the main thing I remember is that I liked the smell of the ink and the yet-to-be-used brushes felt really nice on my cheek and back of my hands. I also remember having the hardest time writing my name with a brush so much that I believe that my childhood loath for my name had partially been due to being calligraphi-cally challenged.
I was shown some works of Japanese calligraphy of late, and was immediately fascinated. Like drawing that I am partial to, it's art on a piece of paper. The letters come alive and they can mean so much more than what it reads, or tells a story more strongly than what it means. I loved that. So I was offered a lesson to try at home, and I took it.
We practiced lettering "a path of cherry blossoms" upon my request to use the letter cherry blossoms for the starter. The master said it's easier to start with two letters instead of one, so we added "path".
The first one being the master's, of course. He did that in a matter of 20 seconds or less. The second one mine, on my first try. Took me like 3 minutes.
"You have a good feel," he said kindly, "but you DO suck at lettering your name." Well, thanks. I just have to practice, then.
I've found another hobby, I'm afraid.
Until next time,