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ince the beginning of man's time, we, as humans, have endeavored to
communicate with one another by some means... sometimes, by any
means.
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n voice, the most beautiful of communications is song. Joyous or
melancholy; melodies can sway our fragile emotions from one end of the
spectrum to the other.
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n print, the most beautiful form of communication is that of the calligraphic
letter; whether it belonged to an ancient shaman who scratched it upon a
cave wall or to God, to whom the monks dedicated all their beautiful works
too.
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he calligraphic letter, from any time, not only possesses a beauty within
itself but also speaks to us about the people who lived during the time
those letters were written.
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love letters.
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etters which I recreate using the very same tools my ancestors did or
letters which appear to me on this very screen. In mere moments, I can
view upon this device a multitude of fonts and typefaces which can inspire
me to recreate them, in just as many minutes as seconds and all of them,
by hand.
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hey will be just as beautiful, if not more... because the only difference
between mine and theirs will be the occasional tremble of a stroke where
my humanity has shown in all it's glory. The story of letters is the story of
us.
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