If you do receive something from me in the mail, it will be a handwritten letter, not a Christmas card. I like making hen scratchings on laid paper. I am at my happiest, "in the zone" as they say, when I make inky lines, hatchings, dots on paper. The marks are my way of making visual music. I like to put down my thoughts in a quiet room of my own in a season when the mushrooms are sprouting.
I am currently reading the biography of Edward Lear, the painter, better known for nonsense rhyme and charicatures of bombast. He was an inveterate writer from distant places, Corfu, Sicily, Rome, Paris, Albania, Turkey, Jerusalem, the Lake District, where he garnered material for his surprisingly serious landscapes. I have a couple of friends who remain constant writers and I cherish their letters.
What do handwritten letters mean today? A gift of meditation; an offering of time made visual and tactile thinking of a friend? A remembrance of solitude, playing at a game with 26 letters which a friend is asked to decipher in her solitude.
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