In the beginning, I was wonder looking at a big size package. I could see the custom form stick on the package and I read that the package was from Jost Hochuli. My heart was pumping with excitement and curiosity. Hochuli mentioned that he would send woodcut type but I have never expected to receive a big package. When I opened the box, I see Schriften, in holz geschnitten von Jost Hochuli which means regulation in wood cut by Jost Hochuli.
It start with a short story by Philipp Luidl written in German. I was so curious to know about the story. I typed all the text to be translated. I found some ligature but I don't know what there rules are. It is the first time I encountered with "big s" It looks like an f without a vertical bar. If you see the cover of you will see "JoFt Hochuli". I asked Roland Stieger about the ligature and big s. He was voluntary to translate the story to English. It's a fortune of mine to have a friend like him. The story just fit perfectly into all the beautiful folder with seven plates cut in beechwood. I believe this is originally pen draw by Jost Hochuli. A high skill penmanship.
I am really happy and grateful to receive a number 80/150 edition from Jost Hochuli. This art work is dedicated for Jost's friends, teachers and mentors. That's including Willi Baus, Max Calfish, Rudolf Hostettler, Max Koller, Walter Kach and Jan tschichold.
Definitely, This is one of the most beautiful gifts that I have received. Thank you Jost Hochuli!
At the beginning, it was the fear. It burdens on people and animal. The animal was shy, but the people’s God gave the language against the fear. When it became brighter around him, he straightened up. And when he was standing upright, he upraised himself and his greatness to the measurement of everything what was around him. Now the human seemed alike to God. Only the time was still between them. With diligence he tried to overcome it, where he started to jiggle at the finiteness of the language. He created a housing in stone for the language – the stone seemed to be reliable – and called letters. They have been settled the word, partly lived until the present-day. As the word recognized how it secures resided, it became vain. The common seemed not to be adequate anymore, it demanded for the peculiar. Since then the rationality is in the pain, to bring back the letters to the measurement which fees for it. The word is to act; the letters however is the creation. One that doesn’t make us immortal but which belongs that our work the next and the next behind him will be maintained.