| The primary text is executed in an intricate secretarial batarde. I chose this text style for
its fanciful, elegant qualities as well as its trailing spires and lows, to mesh with the intricate
spirals of the overall work. The capital T is a gold-leafed Cadel; the knotwork words of the poem
precisely follow a Celtic pattern of interlacing. The knot itself is a 'celtic four,' most commonly
used by the celtic illuminators to show the unity of friendship, to offer good fortune and blessings
on a home, and to invoke the the four seasons of the year and the four phases of a person's life.
In the 1500s, as printing became the most common method of producing books, intellectuals
increasingly valued the aesthetic qualities of writing. In 1561-62, Georg Bocskay, imperial secretary
to the Holy Roman Emperor Ferdinand I, inscribed the Mira Calligraphiae Monumenta as a testament to
his preeminence among scribes; to demonstrate his technical mastery of the immense range of writing
styles. He assembled a vast selection of contemporary and historical scripts and created this work.
Thirty years later, the pages were further embellished by Joris Hoefnagel, Europe's last great
manuscript illuminator. One of the book's primary topics is calligraphy and its place in the art
and culture of the sixteenth century (folio 118, in particular inspired this work). The manuscript's
remarkable calligraphy is astounding in its simplicity and elegance, ornamented by its shape rather
than complex illumination, revealing the beauty of word - both poetry and calligraphy - as art.
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"The Candle in the Window" Done for Cassia's Birthday, Dec. 1995
The candle in the window bears tidings for us all
It yet reflects with great respect the tale of home and hall.
This light of thine will always shine across the night-dark sea.
To welcome, guide, deliver us and bring us home to thee.
The candle in the window, with all reflected flame
Gives welcome to the wanderer, and those who know thy name.
The light of hope burns brightest, yea, to those whose paths are poor.
That darkness that surrounds us all is pierced by its bright sword.
The candle in the window does cast its light without.
'twill always send a glimmer to some lonely soul, ne'er doubt.
And tho' the flame may seem quite small, its brilliance ever dim,
Forget ye not that every heart needs but a spark within.
Thy candle in the window, a word, a deed, a smile
Does give a saving beam of faith out to this lonely isle.
Forget thee not thy radiance, thy light of giving grace.
And know there is a candle here, to shine upon thy face.
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