I’m decidedly not a Calligrapher, Typographer or Sign Painter. Nor a Lettering Artist. And certainly NOT a Graphic Designer, as this journal entry whines on and on about. Yet the past school year spent with an indulgent, open-minded, but “nitpicking asshole” (his words) instructor leading me through these realms revealed a cool surprise. Turns out you can mangle it and still find happiness and beauty.
What follows are my lovingly-curated observations from Booth 23 at this year’s annual Association of Clay and Glass Artists Palo Alto Clay and Glass Festival.
Making my best artwork and supporting it with improved booth infrastructure, perfect prices and personal stamina is always a challenge. And this year I almost did not make it at all as younger son Max fractured his pelvis and needed surgery to place pins in it only a week before. But he quickly got better, it worked out and make it I did. It was a rewarding weekend in so many ways beyond the satisfying sales figures. I enjoy collecting the stories to share with you, so, as I did last year, here are the Tales of the Festival II.Read More >
This is to introduce you to a concept and a word I wish I had invented. But no, that honor and distinction goes to Academy of Art University in San Francisco Graphic Design MFA candidate Flora Cruells Benzal.
She defines Typoramics as the place “where ceramic art and typography meet.” And is creating her thesis-including-book around the artists who practice it.
A woman after my own heart in SO many ways: ceramics! graphic design! education! synthesis! word coinage!