In praise of cursive:
Whether loops and curlicues
And graceful connectors
Or slashed scrawl
At an uneven tempo
It’s fluid language
With flourishes uniquely our own
As personal as our signature
"may i be i is the only prayer" (e.e. cummings)
Barbara Buckles, inveterate dabbler here.
Photography, book arts, painting, collage, encaustic, mixed media….you name it, and chances are I’ve dabbled in it. Most recently I’ve been taking my script — my gestures — to new heights. Using my strokes as the basis for my artwork has pretty much vanquished that empty feeling I used to get when facing a blank canvas or page. If nothing else, I dip a pen or pick up a pencil and just start writing, making marks, letting my mood set the tone.
Sometimes I opt for a lyric, sometimes I focus on a word or phrase that expresses how I'm feeling, sometimes I use "asemic" or filler text. And yep, sometimes I cuss like a sailor. Whatever I write, it's very often illegible, not meant to be read, although something might appear subliminally.
Now I have drawers full of pages of script, scribble, and scrawl to choose from to incorporate in paintings, collage, and handmade books. Sometimes magic happens when I find relationships between disparate elements...a pen or brush stroke made one day meets a line on a piece of paper made another day, and a fold or some glue unites them forever more. Other times it’s less obvious…I “marry” what at first glance seem like unsuitable partners. I figure if I like them, there’s an inherent connection—even if I’m the only one that can see it.