I’ve often thought of hand lettering as this fine space lingering between art and design. It takes elements of both in terms of technique and purpose and takes on a new presence on its own. When I started lettering, I’d approached it as a very personal practice, almost like journaling.
As an overthinker, I often dwell on thoughts or ideas and that keep circling my mind for weeks. It could be something as complicated as a life experience I am trying to figure out or as simple as lyrics from a song. Lettering became a physical, visual outlet to process these recurring thoughts and give them a space to reside outside my mind. Because lettering often takes time and effort, it allowed me to give these words a visual voice and a thoughtful, decided tone. In this contemplative and solitary approach, I’ve been able to cultivate my practice and grow.