WWJHS 4-Evah!

My junior high years were spent doodling words in fat balloony letters and filling them in with pseudo-psychedelic patterns. Itching to be an artist-calligrapher-author, I was constantly perfecting my flowing-script hand and trying out Speedball’s über-Gothic letterforms with an ultra-broad pen nib. I was reminded of that recently when one of the little monkey-babies wrought my name in squared-off letters. I set her the task of coating them in color and pattern. Then we did some cut-and-paste, the old-fashioned way.