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My journey into calligraphy and drawing didn't begin in a classroom or an art studio. It started with a simple gesture: a friend gifting me a few calligraphy nibs and showing me the basics. From there, it was all self-discovery—endless practice with no pressure, no deadlines, just ink and paper.
I've always been drawn to aesthetics and the power of visual language. That's also what led me to graphic design work. But calligraphy was different. It felt like a return to the essential—shapes, curves, balance. I started by tracing alphabets, slowly getting used to how the ink flowed, how pressure changed a line. Eventually, those exercises turned into real creations.
Over time, I found myself creating pieces for friends—for weddings, menus, invitations—and also for myself. Sometimes, the best work emerges from moments of distraction. I grab a scrap of paper and start scribbling a word or a letter. Ten minutes later, I realize I've created something that feels meaningful. Other times, it's just a way to pause and breathe.
I don't consider myself a professional calligrapher. I've never studied it formally. But this is a space of quiet joy for me. These letters and lines reflect something essential: a part of how I think, how I feel, and how I connect.