Karen Carmen
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Calligraphy has been an interest of mine since about the age of 12. My mother, as incredible as she is, has a couple shortcomings; one of which is her handwriting. I found it difficult to read and hasty messages on the kitchen counter often became the focus of good-natured ribbing. And so, I began to really apply myself to better my handwriting. It was painfully slow to begin with as I’d agonize over my script, often re-writing pieces when I got home from school. My teachers had the patience of saints putting up with my obsessive behaviour like they did. But over time I got faster and more proficient. I also began writing with a calligraphy pen and found that the free-flowing ink sped up my writing and gave it some flourish. I’ve been writing with a calligraphy pen ever since.
The above example and the other cards that I write to myself act as reminders of what is good in my life at the present moment in order to acknowledge and be thankful for it, or of what I need to work on or relinquish to find happiness. Maybe one day I'll read them again and wonder at the things I held so dear...
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HMM - "Card"
Calligraphy has been an interest of mine since about the age of 12. My mother, as incredible as she is, has a couple shortcomings; one of which is her handwriting. I found it difficult to read and hasty messages on the kitchen counter often became the focus of good-natured ribbing. And so, I began to really apply myself to better my handwriting. It was painfully slow to begin with as I’d agonize over my script, often re-writing pieces when I got home from school. My teachers had the patience of saints putting up with my obsessive behaviour like they did. But over time I got faster and more proficient. I also began writing with a calligraphy pen and found that the free-flowing ink sped up my writing and gave it some flourish. I’ve been writing with a calligraphy pen ever since.
The above example and the other cards that I write to myself act as reminders of what is good in my life at the present moment in order to acknowledge and be thankful for it, or of what I need to work on or relinquish to find happiness. Maybe one day I'll read them again and wonder at the things I held so dear...