The Aleph is the first stroke of the universe. Back before I stumbled upon a ?first stroke? of my own, I thought of the Aleph as a tree. It was like the solid base of a trunk: the source. This is not wrong. But then, I found a new way to see it. Drawing letters, playing with curves, might allow you to explore the strokes you like best and choose from among them. Certain strokes do hold more than others. which is what I learned painting these grasses ?a magical idea.
It's still cold here in the Midwest and not yet through our arctic winter, but with all the cold has come this beautiful array of icicles not yet melting. I have just learned that icicles are smooth if they are made from distilled water. And they are rippled if the water has minerals and salts. This rippling, in fact, occurs at the same wavelength, world over. Nobody claims to know why the wavelength is the same, or even how why the ripples form as a result of the impurities.
Creating a New Alphabet Drawn by Laura Maaske, MSc.BMC, Medical Illustrator & Medical Animator| e-Textbook Designer This is a slide show of an alphabet I developed. For an explanation of its creation, go to this page. [slideshow_deploy id=’3388′] What are your ideas about the alphabet? Have you created one of your own? Please write […]
Written & Painted by Laura Maaske, MSc.BMC, Medical Illustrator & Medical Animator| e-Textbook Designer Earliest Human Impulses to Create an Alphabet With the weather getting colder, I’ve been taking my daughters to parks a lot less. Recently, as an after-school activity, I talked with my daughters about the alphabet, how each character makes a […]
I have a childhood image of my dad
which carries through all the years.
He's standing at the patio door with his hands interlaced behind him
silently engaged with a tree (or it might be the moon).
Even when I was very young,
I kept at a distance, so as not to disturb the feeling he created there.
Our Feelings about Brands Written by Laura Maaske, MSc.BMC, Medical Illustrator & Medical Animator I was five years old and I slid to the front seat of the car, looking up at the back-lit letters designating the drugstore into which my mom had stepped. I had spent a lot of time looking at letters: […]