I really like this description/scrutiny of handwriting. I was recently talking about this with a friend I write letters to. I mentioned how I prefer writing in script. She wrote back saying, "Printing is not my preference as well. But neither is cursive. Printing w/o connecting letters seems tedious. When I do cursive, I feel as if my pen is about to 'run out of breath' and I will mess up."
Well anyways, that is what I want to be - more or less upright, marching gamely at a good clip, not in a hurry, but not dawdling, either. And I hope I won't be crowding and jostling towards the end.
"But Ginevra had a kind of spirit with her, empowered to give constant strength and comfort, to gladden daylight and embalm darkness...By True Love was Ginevra followed: never could she be alone. ... I pictured her faithful hero half conscious of her coy fondness, and comforted by that consciousness: I conceived an electric chord of sympathy between them, a fine chain of mutual understanding, sustaining union through a separation of a hundred leagues - carrying, across mound and hollow, communication by prayer and wish. Ginevra gradually became with me a sort of heroine."
The playbill had interesting reads! This real life girl looks like how I imagine Nao could look from A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki. In the background there is one of my actual journals, bought in Beijing.
I never thought I'd be one to attend a classical music concert and yet, by accident, that is where I found myself. L., my boyfriend got us tickets for Swan Lake. We both assumed for the ballet. We get to the place - huh, rather shabby plain place to hold a ballet (I'd been to one once before and there had been red velvet curtains, ornate gold trim, plush seats) ... hm the stage is kinda small ... hmmm why is the stage set up with chairs and musicians are sitting in them, practicing? I hope they pack up soon and leave.
Turns out the tickets were for the Swan Lake suite.
I didn't think I would be able to appreciate it, but I did. In fact, I walked out of there thinking that out of the classy choices of opera, ballet, or symphony orchestra, the last is probably my new favorite.
All you have to do is make the effort and pay attention. Very visual, very abstract.
It's been a while since I've written here. I updated the little section of text on the left side of this blog that was supposed a general 'about me'. The last thing it had said was that I was starting my 2nd year of grad. school, which was a shade over a year ago. In the interim, I've still been drawing from time to time. Mostly just very rough, crude sketches, but occasionally finishing something that I like. A year or so ago, I began to really appreciate - the Line. Just the idea of lines, forming the shapes of things - outlines, silhouettes. Crisp, sharp lines with variations: thin/thick, smooth/rough, fluid/abrupt. More to be quick, because who has time for painting and coloring, I also started appreciating the sharp contrasts of b&w a lot more. So these two are examples of what came out of that. What else...I've become conscious of the fact that I dislike superlatives, so I will be trying to avoid them in writing.