Process

Deconstruction

If the condo is on fire, I would grab the pouch of handwritten notes: James’s atomic specks, Mom’s balanced strokes, Dad’s whipping cursive. Their souls feel implanted in these lines, whether it's Agong’s thoughts on world religions or Mom’s directions to Ann Arbor. As penmanship gets displaced with digital tools, handwriting has become its most intriguingly expressive. No more universal Spencerian decorum; it's a free-for-all of personality, and I'm drawn to the honesty of chicken scratches. That’s why I made the Glyph series: this alphabet that connects us with people across nearly 4,000 years is in a most soulful phase.