This song by Stephen Sondheim has always moved me. But given the recent wildfires that have obscured the sky of Northern California, the lyrics are particularly appropriate. Advertisements
Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la montaña. Con la sombra en la cintura ella sueña en su baranda, verde carne, pelo verde, con ojos de fría plata. … Continue reading
Preparing for my copperplate demo at the Oakland Asian Cultural Center on Thursday, November 8th, 2018. The text is from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18, published 1609. I also have a piece on display at the exhibit, which will be open until … Continue reading
In 1984, ABC brought to light the love sonnets of Federico García Lorca, making quite a stir. The sonnet The Beloved Sleeps on the Poet’s Breast, the next to the last in the series Sonnets of Dark Love, is the … Continue reading
In his only surviving work De Rerum Natura (On the Nature of Things), the philosopher and poet Lucretius expounds on his theory that all matter is composed of tiny particles, making him the world’s second atomic physicist (Democritus, in fact, … Continue reading
A missionary working for the French Foreign Missions in West Tonkin (northern Vietnam) Jean-Théophane Vénard was arrested and executed in 1861 for proselytism. During his captivity, he wrote inspiring letters to his family and superiors, demonstrating his outstanding faith. He … Continue reading
This quote from Jack London’s Call of the Wild always gives me goosebumps. My calligraphy is on exhibit at the Saratoga Library through January 31st. I will be giving a calligraphy demo there, with other Pacific Scribes calligraphers, on January … Continue reading
This is a collaborative piece that I did with Delaney and Chin. A tree branch, a trowel and a toy truck carrying logs to the lumber mill are reminders of the gardening and landscaping projects that D&C do.
Doing gilded copperplate on steel prayer wheels for Delaney and Chin. This is the first time I have had to wear knee pads while doing calligraphy.
In memory of Nobel Peace Prize winner Liu Xiaobo, who died in prison on 13 July 2017. This citation is from the Charter 8 manifesto, which he and other Chinese intellectuals and human rights activists authored in 2008.