The place is quiet apart from a few sighs.
The sighs turn into grunts and then the real swearing starts.
It's not as easy as you think.
I finish mine and feel as though I nailed it when Joby points out that my serifs are too short, my O's too narrow, my thins are not thick enough and then I see, really see, just how easily things can drift.
Then we have to draft out words and letters with pencil and ruler.
Hours of it. Hours of breath holding, sighing, tea making, biscuit eating, grimacing and swearing.
I thought this looked totally brilliant. Once upon a time.
But now I can see just how bad it is.
I'm posting it here as a reminder to myself that I'm capable of vast areas of improvement if I apply myself to something diligently and faithfully for a week.
I spent a couple of days on thrashing around with a pencil.
I like Es Rs and Ws. I am not keen on Os and Cs.
Being shown how to really sign paint is enlightening. It's a real skill...watching a master at work is fascinating and educational. We go for tours of the yard, the course is set in a winter yard for a fairground and all of the rides and vehicles get repainted here... all very thrilling.
Then we get to start with real paint and brushes, but it's baby steps for everyone. Painting lines and circles, rubbing it all off with white spirit and beginning again. Hours and hours of silence and concentration. And swearing.
I got admonished for my brush handling skills.
"Sign writing isn't colouring in."
"It's not a fucking watercolour"
"You aren't holding anything correctly"
"Sit up straight"
I progressed slightly.
I swore a lot.
So did everyone else.
The smell of paint and white spirit all washed down with tea and chats. The chats were small though, everyone was studying hard.
I was fairly pleased with my first whole painted word KINGDOM but it was full of mistakes.
I loved doing it. I felt entirely at home and in my element.
Always a good thing.
I was a bit disappointed every time I spent hours on a word and then had to scrub it all off and start again. But it was good for me.
Practice Practice Practice
Where have I heard that before?
Then it was the last day and we had to make a completed sign, well, we didn't have to, I was desperate to take one home though, so I stayed up half the night planning and plotting my words. I had spent so long wondering which word was going to be The Word I Would Paint. It took a week to come up with something and then I got the lightbulb idea.
The phrase just fell into my head.
As though it was whispered into my ear.
A typical sign phrase.
But with a lovely double meaning.
Encompassing freedom and bookbinding and with it's original practical purpose.
Ta daaah!
Out of Bounds.
Geddit?
It still needs varnishing and tweaking and it's full of mistakes but I love it as it is my first born and I will not part with it, not even to Rumpelstiltskin.
Lady Sign Writer For Hire
I thought Out of Bounds would make a splendid Book Bindery name.
So I announce that I shall call my new studio / business venture
Out of Bounds
and you heard it here first.
More on that soon.
But someone has the flipping domain name and isn't using it but wants £800 for it.
Errrrrrr. I will pass.
Right......