What started with verbal songs and stories, soon was etched into stone tablets, carved into clay bricks. Cave paintings, petroglyphs, pictograms, ideograms, universal written alphabets, carrier birds, telephone lines, and satellites – the human condition is conditioned to communicate.
Yet, there is something fascinating/frustrating happening to our current state of communication: the artistry of writing as a beautiful craft has been bastardized in this digital age of hyperURLS and texted images of birds and cocktail shakers.
We like to get straight to the point these days – but without writing in a way that means a damn thing. With all focus on the point of the message, “everything in between” is often left overlooked and blurred.
And just plain ugly.
We have come a long way as humans in the way we communicate with one another.
Are we regressing to caveman times and a stick drawing on a wall? Are we really too conditioned by the convenience of an emoji smiley face blowing a kiss to really express to the person whom we are madly in love with how we feel? How often do we take the time to be honest with ourselves, with others and in our communication with one another? We easily, and often unknowingly, shield our true self from others and from ourselves with the plethora of social media sources where we are permitted to edit how we convey and display ourselves.
It’s up to us to paint the sentence, convey the emotion, and take the time to let the pen dance on a piece of paper, emphasizing the “everything in between” of a message.
It’s just plain more romantic, too. As an example let’s take a look at hand-written love notes from three famous artists, and what it would look like, translated to today’s bastardized nomenclature.