Calligraphy: in which I engage in fanart of a sort…

So, I am not an artist. Art class was always one of my favorites in school, but I’ve never had any talent at drawing or really in transferring either what I see or what I imagine onto paper. As the de facto art director for Circlet Press over the past 20 years, I’ve become a decent designer, though, and as a writer by trade, the one form of visual art that has continually drawn my interest since I was a teenager is calligraphy.

So, I’ve dabbled in it here and there. But when a creative pursuit (such as writing) is one’s livelihood, that often doesn’t leave a lot of time for other creative hobbies. Acting, playing music, and lettering have all taken back seats so far back they may as well be in a different bus from me. (Writing fanfic is by far my favorite hobby… and it’s indistinguishable from what I do for a living, except for the non-commercial part.)

But on February 20th I decided I wanted to spend about 15 minutes a day practicing my lettering and learning/inventing some alphabets. About five years ago I actually set up a calligraphy work desk and now, five years later, I’m finally USING it!! So, under the cut, picspam of the letterings I’ve been doing!

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Mirrored from blog.ceciliatan.com.

Devil Inside

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

So in that “it’s a small world” sort of way, it turned out Cameron and Louis knew each other from some previous project. They caught up a little while I showed Antoine around the theater. Carynne appeared and met everyone and I trusted her to get everyone’s names and figure out who we needed to stay in touch with, if anyone.

I think I was feeling a little cranky, honestly, by the time we got set up at the rehearsal space, but I didn’t really notice it until I stepped on the stage and immediately felt better. I wasn’t looking forward to having to pantomime a lot, the way we did when we filmed those bits for Candlelight, but I just felt good in my own space, tuning my guitar. That reminded me, I better start bringing Colin to rehearsal.

The others were talking. I wasn’t listening. I didn’t have to. Right now my job wasn’t to be witty, or tell a story, or be beautiful, or make any plans. It was just to play the fucking guitar. And that was good. That was very good.

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