How would you like to collaborate with me on a new project? The castle of Hingene, near Antwerp in Belgium, is creating a time capsule in calligraphy. For a short time, all the wall hangings of the chateau will be taken down for restoration. The director of the castle, Koen De Vlieger, is taking this opportunity to ask the entire world (I’m not kidding) to send in messages that I will commit to eternity by writing them on the walls. So may I ask all of you to go to www.schrijfenblijf.be and send a message to the future? They will ask you to pay a tiny amount for the privilege. But just think, in 25 years the wall hangings will come down for their next cleaning, and you and your descendants can visit Belgium to read the fine words you composed for this wonderful time capsule.
Here are photos of the first room, which I completed last week. Up and down the scaffolding went the poor old knees. Every now and then I dropped my brush, so down I went to retrieve it. But I am pleased with the results and look forward to returning to the castle every few weeks to do another wall. In an earlier blog I mentioned how these old buildings seems to find me and pull me into their struggle for life. Here I am again, nose to plaster, and enjoying every stroke of the brush. Just think of how it will feel to visit the castle once all the walls are filled and covered up for a generation: one huge cache of secret texts. And Koen ain’t tellin’!!!
Large surface, large letters. This time in the Fondation Louis Vuitton in Paris for a magnificent exhibition of early 20th century paintings from the collection of Serguei Chtchoukine. One of the collector’s greatest paintings, La Danse by Matisse, was not allowed to travel from Moscow for the show. Saskia Boddeke was asked to make a video installation to take its place; and I was given a wall to create a “title page” for the installation. For many Greenaway/Boddeke productions I arrive, make a quick sketch and launch into the unknown. This time I came prepared with a little sketch, which Saskia approved. Knowing the difficulty of translating the minute into the monumental, I gridded the sketch and then the Yves Klein blue wall (using masking tape) and drew the rough shapes out in white pencil. THEN I launched into the unknown! You can see the scale of the letters. But the timescale was also a shock: the whole thing had to be finished in one day, between the painting crew on Monday and the electricians on Wednesday. I just managed it with the help of my lovely wife Nadine, who pushed the scaffolding along after each letter. The style is inspired by the shapes of the dancers in the painting. I think it came off very well indeed and suggests both the spirit of Matisse and his papercuts, and also the Russian Constructivist posters that so captivated the world when Chtchukine was assembling his unbelievable collection of modern masters.
I would like to introduce you to the newest pen in my wonderful arsenal. I collaborated with Handwritmic (www.handwritmic.com) to develop this beautiful and extremely versatile ruling pen. The pens are hand crafted from the finest materials by craftsmen in the Biella region of Italy. The basic idea for this innovative new pen came from the German calligrapher Friedrich Poppl, but has been redesigned and vastly improved using the most advanced technology to create a tool with true Italian elegance and beauty. All the components are made in Italy using the techniques of the best Italian jewellers. The pen is gold plated, which allows it to glide smoothly across the paper. It is truly a dream to use. With one wide and one narrow side, marks of very different width are possible. The point can draw as finely as a sharply cut quill. And the splatters…..well, they are simply lip smacking. Rhythmic threads of ink fly out in beautiful arcs as the pen moves across the surface of the paper. The sound alone is hypnotizing. I am astonished at the way this one instrument can suggest (even encourage!) wild abandon and still throw out lines of elegance and grace. You all know how I swore by the cola pen. That lovely pen has finally met its match! And it even bears my signature engraved into the gleaming metal.
Is there a better combination? Old college friends, rowing and Venice. The old Princeton crew got together for this year’s Voga Longa, a 35km row around the Venetian lagoon with a final sprint up the Grand Canal. Some of us had not seen each other in decades. Most of us had not rowed together since 1981. But the old swing returned as soon as our coxswain’s gruff, authoritarian bark broke the 35 year silence. Huh, only now do I realize we rowed one kilometer for every year since graduation. The day was more beautiful than you can imagine, with 2000 small boats all waiting at San Marco for the cannon shot that would initiate a Lepanto-like chaos. Half-way, at Burano, we stopped to let Koontz out and Goldstein in. Then back to the galleys under the burning sun, finishing in 2’40”. Not bad for a bunch of aging cats. Guys, if you read this, you should know how much I enjoyed seeing you all again. The years melted away. You have not changed a bit, despite your impressive careers. Careful or I’ll get gushy.
I have never been much for flourishes, as they distract from the form of the letters and belong too solidly to the past. But in this project, flourishes serve as fanfares to some of the greatest paintings in the world. Here I developed a rather unconventional style of flourish related to the strapwork decorations of 17th century architecture. And I will reveal a secret: knowing it would be very difficult to match the colors of the calligraphy to that of the paintings, I did all the writing in watered down black ink, scanned the work in as grayscale and then added the colors in Photoshop. The files for this immense book (page size 50 x 70cm vertical) were a GB or more, which made alterations difficult and time-consuming. I even had to buy a new external hard drive to cope with all the new data!
The Rijksbook took me back to my calligraphic roots, requiring me to do formal lettering in styles I had not practiced in years! Here is an example of Roman capitals, written with quill pen on Rives BFK paper using watercolor. The client asked for something special to accompany Vermeer’s “The Milkmaid”. I spent an entire day writing the text, letters approximately 5cm high, and then decided to spray the whole thing with water and let the blue ink run down the page. It was a risk, but one that worked. The designers were delighted with the result. For me it was a relief that the formal hands had not abandoned me altogether, that it is still possible to tease a nice Roman O out of my fingers.
Since I failed to report on this project earlier, my dear readers seem to have done it for me! The Rijksbook was THE project of 2015, keeping Massimo Pollelo and me busy for at least half the year. You have already seen the videos and complained that the calligraphers are hardly mentioned at all by our illustrious client, Marcel Wanders. Thank you for your professional sympathy! Now for a bit about the project itself. Massimo and I were contacted early in 2015 to provide calligraphy for this enormous catalogue of the great 17th century paintings in the Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam. The paintings would be reproduced on a large scale and always accompanied by a full page calligraphic composition on the opposite page. Of course, the designers wanted a different style for every page, always historically tinted, always very ornate, always legible despite a spaghetti bowl of flourishes twirled around the margins. To avoid chaos, we bargained for a smaller repertoire of styles. In the following blogs you can see some of my pages. Go to Massimo’s website to see the rest.
Hey Franky, thanks a million for your patience and incredible programming skills! The four plates in 2mm stainless that you lasered for me were perfect, but they were only the beginning. Nick Ervinck sliced my Photoshop rendering into sections, Thierry turned the sections into a wooden form, and Norbert and I hammered, cut and welded the steel until it fit the form; then polished it for weeks to achieve the final result.
The luminous, twisted mountains of stainless steel and copper wire in the yards of the transport company inspired the design. But none of it could have been done without the assistance of Thierry De Schrooder. My sincerest thanks for your endlessly inventive approach to all the projects I have brought you over the years.
Never say no to a commission that you are not up to. Say YES and then get up to it. This sculpture, made for Mattheeuws Transport in Veurne, Belgium, brought me to my knees several times before it was done. It was thrilling to push myself and the materials beyond anything even the engineers thought possible. But here it is, 150 kilos of hammered stainless floating off into thin air. An important lesson: what you design in Photoshop can never exist in real life – without a battle. My first proposal, a flat drawing twisted in the warp function and inserted into a photo, delighted the client. Nothing else would do. “Brody, it has to be this, do it!”. OK fine. Not fine at all. I consulted any number of metalsmiths, engineers, 3D printers and craftsmen, but nobody had a clue. Frustration, followed by months of inactivity until my indefatigable client, Bie Mattheeuws, began to push for results. I had no choice but to go back to my sure-fire solution, Thierry De Schrooder, who can solve an problem and make anything. Together with the incredible team at Raytech in Bruges, we created the work you see here.
The top floor of the old power station is an immense space with more than 260 windows. The artists of the Zandberg and my own students filled large sheets of Kozo paper with every kind of writing, mark, calligraphy and drawing. With these we created a black and white version of the Sainte Chapelle in Paris. The effect was incredible, as if you were entering into the collective brain of all the artists of the show. For the opening, we called on Jozefien Muylle, tea expert (www.beyourtea.eu) to perform a ceremony suited to the space and the occasion. Peter Jacquemyn, Sigrid Tanghe and I accompanied the ceremony with a performance of life impromptu music, projected calligraphy and watercolor painting. A magical event.
Time to catch up on months of news. September 2015: exhibition in the Transfo in Zwevegem, a small town in West Flanders. I brought together calligraphy by artists from De Zandberg, a center for mentally handicapped artists, and work by other artists of my choice. The Transfo is an immense decommissioned power station from the 1930s. The huge, raw industrial spaces were excellent for the kind of work I decided to show, work that valued emotional intensity above reason and clear intention. As I was pulling the show together, I had the chance to think about how, why and with what mental processes we go about making our work and reacting to the work of others. Most of the Zandberg artists are illiterate, but choose for rather complex reasons to work with writing. They often dictate their thoughts to the Zandberg staff, who then type them out. The artists then copy the typescript one letter at a time, but of course without being able to read the results of their efforts. What is intention and what is meaning in a situation like this?
Career-defining projects can be dangerous. They grab media attention and give you your famous fifteen minutes. After that you want to move on without constantly referring back to one highlight. “The Pillow Book” left its mark on my career but is now ancient film history – production began twenty years ago this month. Time for the long shadows of this wonderful film to fade away for good. So let me say a word or two here and then wish Vivian, Ewan and Peter a fond farewell.
Pillow Book has aged in a way that Prospero’s Books, made four years earlier, has not. The film seems dated now, the story stiff and stilted. The acting is as good as Greenaway could make it. He has never been a director of genuine emotion, but in PB he tried and mostly failed to speak directly to the heart. And yet there are truly beautiful moments in the film (Vivian Wu against a silver door, with Ewan pounding on the other side; the Our Father prayer written on Vivian’s body; the flaying of Ewan to make the Book of the Lover).
I learned a great deal from the project, no denying that. Working at top speed and under enormous pressure, I discovered inner resources that have served me well since (big picture first, then the details; emotional impact first, graphic strength second; finesse and skill in the service of these). There were never second chances on the set. My first body composition had to be the money shot. Sometimes it worked, sometimes not. And so often, at the end of a shoot, I thought, “Damn!!! I should have done xxxx”.
There have been a lot of interesting and exciting projects since, often giving more artistic satisfaction than PB. Happy anniversary Pillow Book and rest in peace!
Paris. Fashion.The A-List. Last week I saw a bit of all three.The Belgian fashion genius Dries Van Noten asked me to do some social calligraphy. Not my thing, normally, but for Dries! The brief was to write the names of the guests on their plates. One hundred plates, list ready just a few hours before the dinner. The black marker raced like greased lightning over the porcelain. Mistakes – there were plenty with a list of names from half the countries in the world – could be wiped off if they were found straight away. I worked in a swirl of lighting people, clanking silverware, catering wagons and barely sane party planners. Nothing could be more entertaining.
In the first room of the exhibition “Obedience” by Saskia Boddeke in the Jewish Museum, Berlin, an immense wall is covered with the words “I am Isaac” and “I am Ishmael” in a dozen languages, as if written by children. To achieve the necessary naivety in the writing, I resorted to the old tricks: eyes closed, left hand, back to front, and so on. It is very satisfying to pretend to be a Chinese child barely in command of the characters; but my crude, childish scribbling still looked a bit like Zen calligraphy. Untutored Arabic and Hebrew script came more naturally!
The Golden Room in the exhibition “Obedience” by Saskia Boddeke in the Jewish Museum, Berlin. Texts from Judaism, Christianity and Islam describing the Sacrifice of Isaac in red calligraphy on golden walls. In the foreground, glass cases with manuscripts from the three religions, open to the relevant pages. The video described in my blog of 22 January is projected onto the wall on the right. Expressive calligraphy in Hebrew, Latin and Arabic is edited together with choreography of dancers representing Abraham, Isaac, the Angel and the Devil.
Just back from Berlin, where I spent an exhilarating and exhausting week covering the walls of the Jewish Museum in calligraphy for an incredible exhibition curated by Saskia Boddeke and Peter Greenaway on the subject of Abraham and Isaac. Saskia takes a bold and controversial approach to the most troublesome story of the Old Testament, presenting it from the viewpoint of Judaism, Christianity and Islam. Abraham’s willingness to sacrifice his son is not praised as a sign of unswerving loyalty to God, but criticized as a license for the abuse of the weak by the strong. In each of the fifteen rooms there is a video, historical objects from the three religions and a calligraphic wall text. I spent a week at the top of ladders and scaffolds under the demanding and creative gaze of Saskia, creating compositions from scratch and without preparatory drawings. This was always my approach for Greenaway installations, since I never received the texts in advance, was always faced with last minute changes and ideas, and could not evaluate the wall surfaces from architectural plans or photos. So I make it up as I go along, starting in the most logical position on the wall and building my composition from there, one phrase at a time. This exhibition follows a trajectory of increasing violence, beginning with videos of children speaking the words “I am Isaac” and “I am Ischmael”, and culminating in Room 14, The Sacrifice, with a huge video triptych in which abstract and very elegant choreography is combined with footage of children in war zones. It is impossible not to be moved. In the final room, one is confronted by the words “Or are you an Abraham?”, my first attempt at graffiti in a public space!
Congratulations to the Jewish Museum for presenting an exhibition that challenges fundamental tenets of the Jewish faith!
Last week I was back under the lights for opera director Saskia Boddeke, wife of Peter Greenaway. She is creating an installation for the Jewish Museum in Berlin on the subject of Abraham and Isaac. The story is central to Judaism, Islam and Christianty, so I was asked to write the relevant passages in Hebrew, Arabic and Latin. The team had devised a new writing table, which allowed a length of paper to be pulled past the camera while I wrote in a fixed position. Keeping the pen on screen is always the challenge, so a monitor is installed directly in front of me. I watch the monitor, not the pen – calligraphic laparoscopy! This delicate operation went well in Latin, even better with the wonderful flowing forms of Arabic, but was a real challenge in Hebrew, which I do not read. We crawled forward letter by letter, with Saskia checking the spelling along the way. Suddenly she would shout out, “spelling error” and we would have to cut and redo the take. I can tell you that a day of trilingual calligraphy under hot lights and with Father Abraham looking over your shoulder is exhausting. But the results were stunning. I can’t wait for the opening, to see what the editor does with all the footage.
The freedom of the book format is astonishing. The order of the pages continues to change, bringing new combinations into being. Of course, you have to settle on a final order at some point. Or perhaps not. Books do not have to be bound. At the center of each gathering there is always a single composition, as here on the “Dancing page”. The abstract writing running horizontally across the page is based on Arabic khufic calligraphy.
In recent years my work has become very large. Sheets of calligraphy are often several meters long. Not so good for books. But I have learned to back these huge sheets of calligraphy (done on thin kozo paper) with a second sheet of kozo paper and then to cut the whole thing up to make the pages of books. These pages are the “givens” to which I respond while building the book. Page by page decisions are made about the flow of images and text. Marks, words, paintings are added to the pages, receive meanings, lose them again as their context changes, then find new meanings. Deciding when to stop is the challenge. Here is the “foetus page” of the Book of Errors. Should I have been born into a different calligraphic culture?
For years I have used the book format to teach everything I know about text art and calligraphy. Books, I have always told my students, bring you right to the heart of the matter, allowing every form of writing (including the most personal journal work), drawing, painting and just about anything else to be brought together between two covers. But how many of you have actually seen one of my books? In the last few years, I have made only one or two. The truth is, I did not practice what I preached, but have concentrated for a number of years on large collages, canvas, sculpture and media.
Now, thanks to an invitation from the Triennial of Artists Books in Vilnius, I have returned to my first love: the manuscript. But now with the stories of a lifetime to tell. What a mind-blowing experience! Suddenly everything in my sketchbooks finds a place on the page. The words come right from the heart (“nobody said it was easy”) and find a match in a drawing made at some other time and in some other place in my life. You know the feeling: you wake up and want to get right back to work. The oilfields are producing again!
I will post a few pages of the book, called “Errors”, in the next few weeks. It is probably best to avoid explaining the work, but I will say a thing or two about how they came about, including some technical issues. Having a big studio filled with all sorts of incompatible materials is an important part of the process. India ink confronts house paint, Chinese collage techniques are applied to three meter long sheets of kozo paper, drawing, painting and all sorts of writing have to learn to get along in one work of art.
Strolling, sweat rolling down South Congress in Austin, I passed a young lady with an old typewriter. Pause, check it out. “Do you need a poem, Sir”. I love the Sir and Maaaam in Texas. Yes indeedy, go right ahead young lady. She asked three pointed questions, to which I gave three suffering artist answers, and told me to check back in ten minutes. Went off looking for a cowboy hat I had no intention of buying, and returned to her little table with Smith Corona and tin can stuffed with dollar bills. She extracted a small sheet from the machine, swiveled towards me, cleared her throat and read me her finely sharpened poem.
Staying with the theme of wounded books for a moment, I present this collage called Bellerophon, made a couple of years ago. My good friend Caroline Neve de Mevergnies, who is a book restorer, gave me a box old end papers and blank sheets culled from a number of books dating back several centuries. I marvelled at the subtle colors, ranging from beige-greens to ivory-ochres. My plan was to paste them onto a sheet of Rives BFK paper, as I so often do, to make a background for calligraphy. But as you can see, the antique papers were so beautiful without writing that I stopped (pen poised, doubts crowding in) and left the collage as it was. Only one sheet bore typographic letters, the word Bellerophon, the slayer of the chimera in Greek mythology. What could be better? The monstrous chimera gave its name to phantasms that exist only in the imagination. These ancient bits of blank paper can each hold any number of texts (truthful or otherwise), making this collage into an endless library of possible books. My hero Borges would surely approve.
I have made a couple of installations for the summer arts festival in Damme, near Bruges. They are not typical of my work, but probably still typical of my approach. Here are a couple of shots of one installation, a skeleton house I built with the help of my friend and rowing partner, Koen DeVaere. The garden is part of a monastic site in continuous use for 800 years (Blog 2 July), now abandoned for modern buildings nearby. I felt the need to comment on the end of this long tradition. And I felt the very practical need to use the beams and plaster coming from my studio, which is being renovated. Always good to kill two birds with one lump of plaster. My “Black Library” also went into the pile. It is poignant to see the books swell and burst their spines in the rain. Standing in front of the installation when it was finished, with the smell of plaster dust and the fluttering of book pages, I can imagine the feeling in Dresden after the bombing; or in Timbuktu after the libraries were ravaged.
Nadine and I visited Caen on our way back from Brittany, heading straight for the Abbeye aux Hommes. It is not always wise to revisit the past. Thirty years ago, while studying Romanesque architecture at the Courtauld in London, I thought this church built by William the Conqueror very beautiful. Now it seems heavy and heartless, like the man himself. But what did we spy lying on William’s tomb? Rolls of paper, clearly messages of some kind. I sneaked across the red cord and snatched one, returning quickly to a pew to read it. Prayers to the brutal Duke!!! Thanks for the healing of illnesses! Requests for help in following the true path in life! Will William generate a cult? It happened with Genghis, so anything is possible. But in the land of Voltaire? I was shocked.
Living in a medieval house has its benefits. We have 14th century wall paintings in our dining room.Every now and then people ask to see them.Today it was a group of singers rehearsing in a nearby church for a concert of early music. I showed them into the room and left them in the hands of their capable guide, Marjan Buyle, who restored the paintings in the 1990’s. When time came to go, they invited Nadine and me to take a seat, and then sang for us the most exquisite early Baroque chorale, with the wall paintings as backdrop. The room exalted at the honor. I have to admit that tears came to my eyes. Here we live in the oldest house in town, and without effort these beautiful moments fall into our laps.
Earlier this year Igor De Baecke and I produced a film for Psallentes, a choir specializing in Gregorian chant. It served both as backdrop to a concert and as the score from which the singers read as they sang. A full eighty minutes of film with a double function.
Here is a still from the film, in which my hands piece together a collage book on the theme of the Trinity. This gave me the chance to dig around in my sketchbooks, which are piled high on my desk, and show some favorite images collected over the years. A postcard from Chalons-en-Champagne on the left, an Egyptian mask superimposed on the phases of the moon, the medieval manuscript for the singers to read from.
I increasingly trust my intuition in these things, not thinking through the pairings. And yet the work, they gather meaning. As Heidegger said, “Thing gathers world”.
For several years I have engaged in an email exchange with the young French scholar Karine Bouchy, who just completed her doctorate in Paris on the gesture in contemporary calligraphy and art. I described to her an experience I had in Samarkand. After visiting endless madrassas and mosques, all decorated with exquisitely patterned tiles, I went to a pre-Islamic building and suddenly saw a fresco of a human face. The shock of coming eye to eye with dead matter, of seeing a human psyche look back from a painted layer of mud, was intense. From this arose an exchange about the power of mimesis (representation or imitation of the visual world in art) versus abstraction and calligraphy. It is a fascinating, but difficult topic. I think that the big question for me is, “What would it be like NOT to be soaked in the art of images?” What does Islamic society have that we do not have, because we are addicted to images and they are not (or were not, before television, and why does TV escape the prohibition on images???). What price do we pay for creating ourselves in our own likeness, and is that what the Semitic law against images is all about? Can we go back to the Ur-moment when an image, scratched in dirt with a stick, first spoke to our eyes, and the first image maker was shocked by dead matter looking back at him, showing him his own face?? In this sense, abstract art and calligraphy are very advanced, images very primitive. It could never have begun with abstraction. With the first image mankind was suddenly different to the animals. Animism could be questioned, the long road to creating gods and then god could begin. In Samarkand: acres of patterned tiles and then, suddenly, a face and a psychology. The reverse would be just as powerful. Rooms and rooms of Rubens, as at the Louvre, and then a page from a Koran. The sharp black lines would shock and draw one in by their purity. Perhaps calligraphy and drawing can be seen as studies of the laws of nature, or at least of our visual perception of nature. Distillations of the laws of form and contrast by which we recognize things as separate from one another. This would be the “truth” element in art. I will never figure it out. Time to go back and check what Gombrich says. I forgot long ago.
Just back from Australia, where I taught one of the most talented groups of calligraphers I have ever encountered. The trip was squeezed in between projects in Belgium, so I had no time to see the country, but it was worth it nevertheless. Two classes in five days, each with surprising results. The great reward of being a teacher is to survey the work of your students and say, silently, “I wish I had done that!”
Delayed flights gave me an unexpected day in Doha, where I saw the new Museum of Islamic Art, completed by I. M. Pei in 2008 at the youthful age of 89! A building beyond belief and a collection that stunned at every moment. It was fascinating to see how closely the earliest Korans on display, older still than the monumental kufic Korans, resembled other phonetic scripts. The distance between Arabic script as we know it and Hebrew, Latin, Greek and so on, came with Islam, was created to brand the new book and give it a new look.
In Australia I set the students the task of copying a kufic text, which they did with panache. Solid, physical letters that are sculpted rather than written. Tense black/white relationships that suggest a new metaphysics being born at the head of the Arabian Gulf at the same time that Charlemagne’s scribes were creating a new minuscule letter.
Those early lessons in medieval script are still coming in handy. Here is a set dressed with a whole archive of “medieval” documents. And yes, you guessed it, Henry VIII again, and the wicked Cromwell. The timing is poignant for me. I am working on two installations for a summer arts festival in Damme, near Bruges. The site is a medieval monastery, which continued functioning as a hospice until last month. After 800 years they finally moved to new premises with proper plumbing. Another monastic closure. Another ancient building gasping for life. Can an arts festival really fill this gaping hole? I like to imagine Cromwell clinging to the rails in the corridor of a new, sanitized hospice.
Three incredible days in Corvey Abbey near the German town of Höxter in Westphalia. Charlemagne founded the monastery and constructed the great Westwork as his throne room. From here he governed the eastern provinces of his empire. The building still stands, and has just received the title of Unesco World Heritage site. To celebrate, two days of calligraphic performances with medieval music were held in the abbey.
As a boy I was in awe of Charlemagne, but I never imagined that I would be invited to give a calligraphic performance in his actual throne room. I turned one corner of the room into a scriptorium, unfurled long sheets of calligraphy over a sloping desk, lit the candles and sat down to write. An over-the-shoulder camera projected every movement of my pen onto the 1200 year old arched above, giving the public the chance to follow the work up close. As the choir sang the Pater Noster and Veni Creator Spiritus I wrote a pure Carolingian minuscule. As Gregorian chant gave way to polyphony, the pen also performed more florid movements. At the stately pace of the singing, the texts were complete as the final AMEN was sung.
Very memorable, very moving. My thanks to Hans Hermann Janssens and the whole team in Corvey!
Image credit: Wolfgang Noltenhans
Just back from the Motyf moving typography conference in Warsaw. The conference was interesting on different levels, but the word I am taking away is “algorithm”. Half the lectures, perhaps more than that, were songs of praise to the algorithm by people who have failed to learn human languages (to judge both by their stumbling presentations and by the material they presented). Or perhaps they see mathematical languages as more beautiful than the irregular verbs we use every day. In any case, the uses to which they put their programming genius reflected this worship of a higher computing power. Video installations generated by data interfaces that were as brilliant as they were meaningless from any human point of view. In my opinion, this binary divinity needs to come down to earth, undergo a new Passion and get a life.
Why am I invited to these conferences? I am expected to talk about the work of the hand, real materials, messy studio processes. So that is what I do, and the response is always incredibly positive. Students come up afterwards to ask how they can learn calligraphy, how they can integrate studio processes into their digital work, how they can find a story in themselves that pulses, bleeds and lives. Here is my talk, hopefully not too much like a sermon!
A delightful group of teachers from MassArt in Boston told me that there is a new explosion of interest in calligraphy in the States. A reaction to an overly technical, digital world, they suspect. Music to my ears. When I combine this with all I am hearing from the Arabic and Chinese calligraphers (daily Facebook requests by the dozen), it does seem as if a second calligraphic awaking is on its way.