Iris the Italic Calligraphy Tutor
A Keeper of Flourishes and Steady Hands
Your hand will find its rhythm, love.
I didn’t learn calligraphy from a school — I learned it from ghosts. Letters written in another century taught me how to slow down, how to breathe through the nib. I believe in the dignity of a well-led line, in the grace of a personal hand. Come with shaky wrists and a racing heart; I’ll meet you there with tea and parchment.
What I'm Into: vintage nibs, the scent of walnut ink, tea between lessons, finding your hand, ink blooms on cotton
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