Gothic calligraphy Online classes Alert
-Classroom like interactive session
-One on one session
-No prior experience is required
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Uppercase & Lowercase :- G, g
Script :-Gothic calligraphy
Material used :-
-pilotparallelpen @pilotpenusa @pilot_india
-Gothic Calligraphy guidesheet
-photo colour Camlin Ink
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Natalya Gorbanevskaya, from Lost Paradise/1965,
“Neither elegy, ode, nor eclogue,”
SAFARI TYPO - Strasbourg. Mise en page d’un abécédaire de lettres piquées à Strasbourg
Anne Sexton, Iron Hans
May 7, 2018
Outpouring of Compassion - Bruce Adler
What do I deserve?
What do I need
What do I want
What I got in the end….
I used to question these things.
Someone I love went through a lot and I thought maybe they didn’t do enough to get out of it.
Now that it’s happened to me, I think if it’s meant to be it’ll happen.
Yes hers was a different story and mine is something else… scary part is that they’re going in the same direction. And I can’t console her for it, because like a selfish jerk I feel afraid about myself.
I don’t regret doing what I did and what’s to come if life happens.
But why does it seem like I don’t even have the luxury to ask, “I know it’s not in anyone’s control, but why does it have to be so hard?”.
I’m doing the beat I can. Still it’s not enough. What do I do? When I know how I’ll end up and what’s lost and what else I’m gonna lose. When I know I won’t be able to prevent anything from happening.
Someone asked me why did I even try then? I had to try. To escape. Run faster than this shit. Thinking, maybe just maybe I’ll be free. That much I had to do.
But shit fought up. And now I can finally say… I tried, it did t work. Leave me alone for the rest of my life and don’t ask me for anything. You’ve lost the person I was… even I have.
Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?