Awe that is Typography
A good friend has recently inspired me to dive into the depths a whole other form of art… The art of typography. And much to my delight the books that have been entitled as the “word of the wise” in the field have managed to ruffle my semblance of what it is actually to idealize writing.
“In a well-made book, where designer, compositor and printer have all done their jobs, no matter how many thousands of lines and pages they must occupy, the letters are alive. They dance in their seats. Sometimes they rise and dance in the margins and aisles.”
Typography is so much more than its mere definition. And it is beautiful how every typographer defines it with his or her own personality. If words form the music of one’s soul, typography is what sets it in the rhythm. There is a glimpse of reverence and affection in the work of good typographer and I am starting to recognize that more consciously than I ever did.
Words are alive. I always could feel that. The meanings to which they cling to can fathom brutal storms and majestic civilizations in just few lines of description and it is an absolutely breathtaking realization. But what typography does to text is simply beautiful. Beauty that I wish to ascribe to this art in not just the one inclined to the visual aesthetics; it is more than that. It is in the sheer reverence that it exudes for the words, to treat every letter in its full majestic form. It is a skill that elevates the words from sheer chaos to a dance of harmony of such majesty that it uplifts the song of the words. It is mesmerizing how something that is destined to give text its place in the sight of the reader achieves it fully by eventually relinquishing the very awareness it has drawn.
I am just on the first footstep of learning all about what this enigmatic art form is and I am already blown away with what it serves to achieve. I am positively enthralled to where this journey takes me.