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Calligraphy and Copying Were Just Like My One-Line Journaling
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Calligraphy
The Connection Between Calligraphy and My One-Line Journaling
For me, writing a one-line Journaling was a kind of âplay.â A quiet game where I placed my inner thoughts onto paper.
Looking back, I think calligraphy felt similarâ the act of placing something onto the page, stroke by stroke. It was also a kind of âsolitary playâ that I enjoyed.
I would think inside my head:
âStart here, press down, move diagonally upward, make a corner, then sweep left to this point.â
Stopping the brush at each segment, confirming the movement, and when I finished the whole character, I would think:
âWhat is this? Did I really write this? It looks good.â
Just moving the brush with focus, and somehow the result appeared at the end. That was the fun of it.
It was exactly like my one-line Journaling.
Calligraphy Class and New Yearâs Writing
The calligraphy class I attended as a child was a tatami-mat room taught by an elderly womanâ a calm, peaceful space.
She often told me, âYou sometimes write like an adult.â Not alwaysâthere was inconsistency, she said.
I wasnât someone who was praised very often, so those words made me happy, and I never skipped class.
I donât remember ever disliking going, so I must have looked forward to it each time.
New Yearâs calligraphy homework was never a burden. During the holidays, I would prepare the ink myself, spread newspapers on the tatami, and write on the school-designated paper with the watermark at the bottom.
The âstart,â the âsweepââ I wasnât particularly skilled, but if I followed the model, I could write it.
I couldnât judge which one I wrote best, so I always asked my parents.
One year, my teacher told me I had won the âSpecial Selectionâ award.
I thought it meant: âYouâre not that good, but weâll give you a special prize this time.â
The certificate was plain, without the decorative borders of gold or silver awards. I didnât realize until later that it was actually above the gold prize.
The Magic of Calligraphy
That âmagicâ lasted until my third year of junior high. After that, I lost both the tools and the opportunity to write.
Recently, I felt nostalgic and bought an inkstone at a 100-yen shop, and a slightly nicer brush, and tried calligraphy again at home.
As expected, my âstart,â âstop,â and âsweepâ didnât go as well as before, and I found it amusing.
What hadnât changed was that I still surprised myself afterwardâ âHey, this looks good.â
What had changed was that I focused so hard I ended up with tendonitis.
Copying (Mosha)
Framing My Drawings for Motivation
Copying was similar to calligraphyâ which means it was also similar to my one-line Journaling.
I used to copy manga panels onto large sheets of paper. Back then, I believed I could become a manga artist. Now I know that storytelling manga wasnât the right form of expression for me.
But I loved copying.
I would find a good-sized panel in a manga volume, decide on the scale, and draw it all at once.
Just drawing wasnât enough for me, so I wondered how to keep myself motivated.
The answer was a picture frame.
In my childhood room, there was a frame with a wooden cat inside. I removed the contents, and whenever I finished a drawing, I placed it inside the frame, displayed it, looked at it, and replaced it with the next one.
I repeated this for years.
Later, someone wanted the piece I submitted to a school festival, and at a small exhibition, one of my drawings even sold.
But I didnât know what value my drawings hadâ they were just things I drew and enjoyed alone. So I never kept them.
Now, I have only one drawing leftâ something I made recently.
Even now, I still donât know what value it has.
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