cursive writing

Disappearing Ink: Thoughts On a Dying Art Form...

"The bundles of paper are bound by brittle elastics, stuffed into broken-down shoeboxes and shoved under the bed.

Flowered notepaper displays the familiar swirls and curls of a childhood best friend who moved away. One glimpse and I am 12 again, ripping open envelopes and fretting over who has replaced me.

A teenage boy's first declaration of love is hidden in a page of scrawl, the three brave words less daunting to put on paper than utter aloud.

My father's quirky upright script is as distinctive as his blue eyes peering from a family photo. As a kid, finally managing to decipher it was as exhilarating as winning the 25-yard dash on track and field day.

There are a colleague's reflections in fountain pen, so handsome they could have been written by a medieval scribe. Camp letters scribbled in haste by a son who couldn't wait to get back to his canoe. Words that slump with the homesickness of a sister living half a world away."

-- Andrea Gordon

I read this article about "The Death of Handwriting" (excerpt above) earlier today and man, did it hit me like a ton of bricks! I know it sounds silly but I was actually fighting back tears as I was reading it. As a (hand)writer myself, losing this art is like losing a loved one. Growing up, handwriting was something I tried hard to master...yet something I always detested because it was forced upon us to learn in school. "Cursive?", our class would moan, "...why learn it when printing is sooooo much easier". It was hard and it was ugly. But as the years went on, we had no choice but to embrace it and I remember a time in junior high when my girlfriends and I would compare our handwriting with one another. "Ohhhh I like your 'G'...let me see if I can copy it!" And so we would try to imitate each other...picking and choosing the letters and styles that we thought were 'pretty'...each one of us trying to find our identity through penmanship. I remember distinctly, at one point, all of our writings actually looked oddly similar. Until those days of imitation stopped and comparing with one another was no longer a priority...

...and finding our own unique style of hand writing was something, not done deliberately or consciously, but something that simply came to be. I can look back on the evolution of my penmanship and see the early years of confusion. They started off big and fat, then sharp and pointed, my 'i's dotted with hearts and round circles, tails on my 't's extended to add that little a teen actually trying to find her identity, trying on different masks to see which fit the best. Until of course, you realize that it's simply best to just be yourself...and let the writing flow. Don't think, just write. And when that happens, when it's natural, when it's's gorgeous as it is. When you find that, the writing...and you, are stable and confident. Sure there will be changes throughout the years but the essence remains the same. And it's that time that cursive becomes free's that time that your cursive becomes an art. I've had many people compliment me on my hand writing, saying how it is "so me". And that's something I pride myself in...with no arrogance intended, I love it too. After all, it's something I painstakingly worked for throughout the years...

So everything the article described is true, and it's something I've never actually given much thought about. Because really...who thinks about cursive writing as a daily activity? But as the author notes, "handwriting, like a human face, is unique and evolving" and it tells such evocative stories, so unlike the ones we read on our computer screens or smartphones. After reading the article, I rushed to my bedroom to reach for my box of birthday cards, love letters, and postcards...all items that seem to be from the distant past. And all the emotions that I felt when I first tore up the envelope of each card or letter came rushing right back...the joy, the giddiness, the disappointment, and even the indifference.

I realize this might be ironic considering I'm blogging about this right now and the fact that I work so heavily with ICTs everyday as a part of my personal and professional life. And yet, a part of me is heart broken when I read about the supposed death of handwriting. Of course, I welcome and advocate greatly for our move towards technology...for those of you who know me, know how much of a positive force I believe it can be. But it's also true that "no emoticon can impart as much enthusiasm as an exclamation mark dashed off by hand". It seems we're letting go of a certain romance that I'm not quite ready to let go of. So is this the trade-off for the worldwide connectivity and ubiquity that our generation of technology provides? Are we only left now with a nostalgia, a memory for a time long gone? Have I just written the eulogy for that old, forgotten but ever beautiful art?

Read the article here - The Death of Handwriting (via @robertoocampo)