MY HAND WRITING.

On Saturday, July 4, 2015, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

Whereby we lose touch with latent

artistic skills and seem not to care.

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The pen is mightier than you might imagine, in a press button world full of clackety-clack. While “in the beginning was the word”, but it was without a word processer. Whereby we lose touch with fundamental skills and seem not to care.

Handwriting is an art whichever way you look at it, and if you rotate it clockwise it gets even more interesting. Yet you don’t have to be Chinese to comprehend what i mean to say.

Just as one showing is worth a thousand chattering monkey-minded blabbermouths, therefore one simple image will suffice to illustrate my point.

Distinctly and elegantly calligraphic, ideographic hieroglyphics morphing in free fall down the paper tea house screen door, like cascading cherry blossom shadows in Spring, that sort of thing.

On the other hand, keyboard typing is to handwriting, what classical piano playing is to free form line drawing, ask any Zen hermit. Taoist Monks texting, high in misty mountain retreats with the tip of a bamboo brush.

Far removed from clattering archaic industrial print press workshops being exponentially mutated down to a sub-digital fractal flicker of hand-held holographic megabytes.

Just like every public convenience is a double-edged sword and any instant expedience can compromise or monopolize a naturally maturing spontaneous unity of eye and refined fluid dexterity of the hand. Which would otherwise give total immunity to neuro-linguistic anomalies and sub-lingual parasitic alphabetics.

Or simply: An eye for the informal nuances of graphology will protect you from turning into a robot.

Rotated clockwise, my natural scrawl and script appears more evenly aligned when vertical. Perhaps because we’ve spent eternity being good at not falling over when standing, without having to even think about it.

Furthermore, the more you zoom in on these now unfamiliar ideograms the more distinctly Chinese they get. As of old, with the much favoured informal seeming, uncontrived and flawless childlike excellence of unpremeditated naturalness.

It’s in the marks themselves, decisively fluid and unhesitant, dancing with cellular memory of a thousand generations and more. Out of hoary eternities and flowering afresh in the ever present continuum. Just for the joy in forming information, but the hand knows more than the eye sees.

So the assumption that all this is being written in the English language, is only true when read horizontally. When viewed from another angle, this left-brain logic no longer applies.

It is now a right-brain body language of coded gesture and flow, which, just as in music and dance, refers to no meaning other than itself. Therefore, uncontrived artistry is what is apparent.

This is what’s happening regardless of what language it may be called, or whether it’s read conventionally or not. It could be called body language without a head. That’s a significant shift, to read without a head that continually refers to itself.

The hand, writing, is forming and following a fluid flow of familiar shapes, as if by unthinking instinct which is its own magic. Because it’s just happening, by itself, which is actually true of everything.

In a way, there is more direct participation in that, than just pressing a button and expecting a standard result. Which is what a button system is designed for.

Like on ‘in your Face-book’, where it may be assumed you can ‘friend’ somebody, by simply pressing the appropriate button. That’s quite an assumption, depending on how real, friendship has to be, before it can be said to exist.

If intimate contact is the point, perhaps it would be better, just to write a letter. The one who receives, to turn it on its side, and enjoy all the intimacies of body language, where the true unspoken character and intent of the hand that writes, is fully revealed, and both can say they are equally in touch. ~

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Martin Rainbowmaker