Just imagine this with me for a moment—handwritten calligraphy by teenagers and seniors… slowly transforming into wearable art. That’s exactly what happened on April 2, and honestly, my heart is still full.
Forty individuals, from two very different generations, came together in one room. They picked up a brush pen—some for the first time—and began writing blessings for Singapore as we look ahead to SG60. There was this beautiful mix of nervous laughter and quiet focus, and slowly, strokes turned into words. Words turned into encouragement and affirmation. And somehow, that simple act of writing became a shared language between people who might never have crossed paths otherwise.
Behind the scenes, Anseina will dream up the designs of these calligraphied words into clothes. Pastor Grace and Pastor Jeff carried the vision and the heartbeat of the whole project. As for me, I thought I was just there to teach. To guide, demonstrate strokes, encourage when someone felt unsure.
But what I didn’t expect… was to walk away so deeply moved by them.
As I stood beside these seniors and students—watching trembling hands find their rhythm, and quiet teenagers slowly light up with confidence—I found myself learning FROM THEM.
Their patience.
Their courage to try.
Their openness to each other.
I thought I came to serve, but I took away so much more.
There’s something so pure and moving about watching a 16-year-old and a 76-year-old lean over the same table, helping each other line up their strokes and cheering each other on. Age didn’t matter that day. What mattered was presence. Joy. Connection.
In between brush strokes, stories were exchanged. Encouragement flowed naturally. And I caught myself smiling so many times just watching the gentle magic of it all. It wasn’t just a calligraphy session—it was community in motion.
It’s moments like these that remind me why I do what I do. Why I believe so deeply in the art of writing—because it has this quiet, powerful way of bringing people closer. Of bridging gaps we didn’t even realize were there.
I can’t wait to see how these handwritten pieces—every loop, every imperfect letter—will be woven into something even more meaningful- clothes that people can proudly wear!
Because they already carry something deeper than ink: they carry heart, history, and hope.
And that… that is truly worth celebrating.
Categories: : Calligraphy, Calligraphy Practice, Mumpreneurship