How buying some ink taught me to invest in myself.

IMG_4809For ages I’ve been doodling Victorian-style script in the margins of sketchbooks, trying to teach myself how to write in copperplate. But I only really thought about actually trying to learn calligraphy properly when I arrived in London and found myself with nothing to do and nowhere to be. I’d applied for a few jobs and unpacked my suitcase (kinda), and so with no demands on my time I was filling my hours with aimless wanderings about the city. I found myself entering any shop that caught my eye – book stores, clothes stores, those shops that sell beautifully designed but utterly useless knick knacks – and there on the shelf of an art shop I found a cheap pen, some nibs and a bottle of ink. Art shops are very dangerous places for me, I get inordinately excited by those magical lands of pretty coloured pastes and sticks, and I tend to buy way more stuff than I actually need or would ever have time to use. But now time wasn’t an issue. For the first time in years I had no job or uni work or any kind of commitment to eat away at my time – I would never have a better opportunity to learn something new. I walked out of that art shop with a basic calligraphy set, and I was determined not to let it go to waste.

Naturally I totally sucked to begin with! I think there was more ink on my hands than on the paper, but the internet is a wonderful thing and soon enough I was sorting out my down strokes from my up strokes, my italic nibs from my copperplate nibs, and I even started attempting some very shaky flourishes. (Btw, if anyone knows the secret to drawing amazingly smooth curls they should share this secret with me because seriously, mine look like they were drawn by a highly-caffeinated monkey.)

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I still feel as though my style is very similar to a lot of other hand-letters I’ve researched, with a bit of my own handwriting in there too. It really is a skill that just gets better and better with practice – my room is now littered with half-dry, inky quotes and various experiments with different papers and inks. I still draw script in the corners of my sketchbook – actually they’ve started to fill whole pages – but now they look like they might actually turn into a work of art in its own right rather than just another ill-conceived scribble.

But actually my foray into calligraphy symbolises a more important achievement. It’s so easy for life to get in the way of what we actually want to be doing with our time. Trust me, I am very, very guilty of letting this happen. Even if I was working over 50 hours per week I still found myself slotting in coffee dates with friends, often taking on extra hours at work because my supervisors knew I hardly ever said no, and on my days off I spent most of my time buying food, doing laundry and cleaning the house, leaving me with absolutely zero time to actually pursue any of my creative goals. No wonder I burnt out. Sure, work and the food shopping and that acquaintance’s birthday party are all important things, but really, if there’s something that really interests you, something that you really want to do or get involved in, make it your mission to find a way to do it. No, don’t just do it – find a way to make it a part of your life. If your brain is anything like mine, it is very often not your friend. In fact it finds reasons for you to prioritise everything else over something that interests you, particularly if that something is creative. A sample list of excuses I know I’ve often used:

  • “Oh no, I don’t have the stuff, I can’t possibly try that”
  • “My paint is in a box, which is in a cupboard, which is all the way over there….I think I’ll eat some nutella instead’
  • “I’m just so tired from work, I think I’ll just watch Parks and Rec for three hours”
  • “I only have an hour before I have to go out, that’s not nearly enough time to do anything.”

Sound familiar? Ignore your brain. When it comes to personal decisions, our brains are pretty dumb, and tends to create obstacles where none even exist. Once you actually commit to making something happen, you’ll find those mountainous obstacles that your silly brain put in your path are actually more like molehills, and not so scary after all. In fact they are the opposite of scary, they are rewarding: the rewards are never ending.

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7 thoughts on “How buying some ink taught me to invest in myself.

  1. kleonardillustration says:

    I love this part zoe when you say “but really, if there’s something that really interests you, something that you really want to do or get involved in, make it your mission to find a way to do it”. Bring even a little bit of creativity into your day daily and even just doing that you’ll continue to grow. I love love love your handlettering quotes ( inky quotes in particular yay!) and I feel the more you do them the more “zoe quirks” you’ll add :). Thanks so much for following my blog zoe and I look forward to getting to know abit more about you through yours x katie

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  2. karencomics says:

    Hi Zoe, thanks for writing this post — I too tend to get in over my head and needed a pep talk right now! Love the calligraphy, especially the one with all the little rosebuds all over it!

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