I'm finally indulging in a world of yesterdays... where the written word was studied.. earnestly and wholeheartedly, expressed in ink with a steady hand. Memorized letterforms in excrutiating precision, hand and arms free for the gesture and captured in a legacy of hand, where a master's style is passed down in the way a letter is written, in the way it is written, recognized by those before me, who can say, "Ah, you are the student of so and so, I can see it in your "Y" and how you pause and lift your nib." So simple yet so complicated. Humbling, yes. Gratifying, OMG! Potentially exciting for the future?... holding my breath. So much potential, so much practice and deeply nourishing to discover yet another layer of me.
An intensive course, over the course of 6 weeks, weekends awash in inks of black, gold, silver, and white. Hunched over for hours, geeking out over the beauty of a w, an s or the 52 degree of a slant... and let's not forget the embellishments.
I have much to learn, to see where my abilities take me, but for now, this first taste of Spencerian... it has rooted deeply so pationately and so soulfully.
I leave you with a few examples. Typos, erros, guidelines in place... but already... an idea is forming, for where to take this new art form, yet to soar within.