Category Archives: Pointed Pen
The Renaissance poet Petrarch, one of the earliest humanists, wrote Il Canzoniere (The Songbook) in the vernacular Italian. Many of the poems in this collection were dedicated to Laura, whom he allegedly met on 6 April 1327. This excerpt from … Continue reading
Jacques Chesnais (1907 – 1971) was a French engraver, painter, illustrator and marionnettiste. His troupe, Les Comédiens de Bois de Jacques Chesnais, performed throughout Europe. A friend of mine who is a puppet enthusiast commissioned this piece. Citation attributed to … Continue reading
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.
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
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 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.
William Caslon put England on the typographic map in 1734 when “Caslon” came out, providing stiff competition for Dutch typefaces. It became the most popular typeface of the 18th century, in particular in the colonies, where it was used to … Continue reading
Last weekend, I attended the Poetic Pen calligraphy workshop, taught by Heather Held, where we learned Italian Hand, the ancestor of English Roundhand. It’s quirky, but Heather’s enthusiasm is infectious, and I soon fell in love with its blobs and … Continue reading
An excerpt from Paul Verlaine’s poem Après Trois Ans (After Three Years).