I’ve been meaning to join a calligraphy class for ages because I wanted to do something artistic and finally I did it. The first class was last Thursday afternoon at the local culture centre. Each term lasts for three months (30,000 won, very cheap) and the classes are once a week. I was told by the ladies at reception when I applied for the course that I’d have to bring all my own stuff : – ink 먹, paper 종이, brush 붓, as the only thing they have there are the ink stones벼루. I did a bit of calligraphy in Japan years ago and still had some brushes. So I dug those out and bought a stack of paper and a bottle of ink from the local stationary shop with the dream that I will soon be writing beautiful hangul…
I have a talent, but it is for always arriving just that little bit too late for events where it would be a lot better to arrive 10 minutes early. I did it again for the first lesson. I was only five minutes late but the teacher was already at the front of the class talking to a packed room of students sitting at long rows of tables with dark blue felt tablecloths. The teacher was indicating towards the two lines of hanja he had written on the board and the students were quietly copying it down into their notebooks. I was very confused since I had signed up for the hangul 한글 lessons not hanja 漢字. Perhaps if I had arrived ON TIME I would have known what was going on. I discovered later that the sentences on the board were a Korean poem and that at the beginning of each lesson for about 30 minutes we’ll learn a new poem and the teacher introduces the meaning and reading of the hanja and we read the poem out loud together. I like this. Continue reading →