To show you how much I have changed over the years, I will share with you the dramatic evolution of my handwriting. I am not going to put much effort on analyzing my own writing. But just in case you want to analyze it, I am left handed (not sure if it matters).
2012: Early Photography Years; Sociology, History and Psychology of Fashion
-I began to write with thicker pen tips which obscures my lower case letters.
-Slight left slant already apparent.
-Certain letters already connects with each other.
-Capitals has some vertical height.
2013: Late Photography Years; First Critical Theory Book
-Not have much have changed from previous year.
2014-2015: Media Studies, Jean Baudrillard and Cultural Criticism
-Notice the inconsistent horizontal spacing and the cramping of words.
-Inconsistent writing between words in general.
-Letters begins to connect with each other more.
-Lower case letters gets smaller.
-Upper and lower zones becomes larger.
-The beginning of skipping unimportant letters of words.
2015-Present: Deconstruction and Critical Film Theory
By now, I have written nearly (probably over) one thousand pages of notes. Obviously, my handwriting became a lot more “explosive” with a noticeable left slant, exaggerated upper / lower zones, long “t” crosses, etc. You might think this is illegible, but I can actually read it very well (except for a few weird / unique words). I did not write these notes with the intention for others to read – but this is how I write. In a situation where my handwriting needs to be read by others, I will try to write in a legible way (lol).
I think a lot faster than I can write. Therefore, writing “legibly” in the conventional sense restricts me from unleashing my fluid chain of thoughts. I often think so quick that I will forget what I was thinking about moments after. Some says my writing became more sloppy, lazy and unreadable (like a doctor’s handwriting), others think it shows more character. One thing for sure: my handwriting draws a lot of attention in classrooms and cafes.
My relentless passion for asking dumb questions allowed me to go from general fashion theories to something as obscure and difficult as deconstruction. Nothing is simple once you realize that one plus one equals to at least three.