I sit in my studio flooded with myriad particular images, impressions and feelings, my response to the calligraphy conference on Vancouver Island from which I have just returned. The site of the conference was so stunning and breath-taking, it was …

I pick up a stick and hit it against a metal pole. CLANG. I then scratch something in the dirt-a mark, nothing intelligible. I hit the stick against something else: thud. I keep walking, thinking of the power the first …