Lettering : A Love Story
I've been obsessed with lettering for as long as I can remember. From the time I was a little girl, long before I knew anything about calligraphy or typography, I had an incredible fascination with handwriting. I just loved looking at how different everyone's handwriting was. Actually it was my favourite thing about receiving report cards (ha!)… looking at the handwriting of all my teachers. It's not unusual for me to become completely distracted by the handwriting of the person sitting next to me. And for me, it was never about the neatest, most perfect handwriting. I always found myself drawn to handwriting that was fluid and dynamic and spontaneous. I remember getting in trouble off my teachers several times in primary school for writing in cursive before I was "supposed to". From about 12 years of age, I went to the library and borrowed books on Graphology. I would study letter formations and their meanings. I would fill my notebooks with my own handwriting - always experimenting with different ways to write. I would play with my own version of hand lettering and calligraphy.
So this was a thing, huh? Who knew?
When I decided to leave my job to pursue a more creative life, I'll admit that hand lettering was not the first thing to come to mind (though it seems fairly obvious now). But once the ah-ha! moment came and I got on board, it was like being reacquainted with an old friend.
It just felt so right.
And now it brings me so much joy. I'd hate to think of a life without hand lettering. Dramatic or what? When I work on my lettering the world becomes still and quiet. It's also one of the few activities that quietens this busy brain of mine. To me, it's pure play, exploration and joy.
I don't quite recall what my family and friends thought of my special interest, or whether they even noticed, but I do somehow remember being aware that it was quite an unusual one. I probably could have written it off as just some weird fascination I had when I was younger, but then where would I be now without it?
I believe that life leaves us little clues and it's up to us to notice them. If we truly want to uncover our passion and our purpose in life, then it helps to honour that weirdness within us - those unusual interests, our little obsessions.
I'd love to know… do you have a love story with a weird and wonderful interest (past or present)?