A handy glossary for some unfamiliar terms that pop up a lot on this site.
BOUSTROPHEDON: This way of writing a text in alternating directions surfaced in the ancient world. I use it too, since it allows the language to extend on long pieces of paper without losing your place when you return to the next line down in the text. In Boustrophedon, you simply reverse your direction at the end of each line.
CELLOGLYPH: A glyph (written character) where one symbol stands for one word. It is not alphabetic. The celloglyphs are glyphs identified with the Tapissary language. The name derives from the clay village called Venticello, for that miniature city in a garden is the rightful place for an invented language to flourish.
CYCLIC GRAMMAR: Also an exclusive feature of Tapissary, this grammar focuses on the relation to time as we live it. Please see the grammar section for more about the cycle.
TAPISSARY: A language of nearly eight thousand glyphs created by Steven Travis (yours truly) starting in 1977. While there are many outside influences on the etymology of the glyphs, most of them came from my own imagination as that is the most natural device for my interest. For an invented writing system, there also needed to be a unique grammar. The cycle is what came naturally to me, so that now, my glyphs can hop an exciting ride, round and round. The word Tapissary comes from the French ‘tapisserie’ meaning tapestry. This is due to the way that the thousands of visual characters in the Tapisreal vocabulary are interwoven into the cyclic grammar. Try unravelling that knot.
VENTICELLO: Building little villages is a lifelong love. Venticello is my oldest continuous village, having been started in 1989. I sculpted it from terracotta and white earthenware clays. There are also metal features that I made, and a host of other materials. It has provided the setting for several exhibits I have shown about Tapissary. Because it is in the garden decade after decade, the weathering of it reveals a well aged destination. Who knows all the intrigues of the snails, spiders, and beetles who have inhabited that land from generation to generation? When I clean the area, I tread very carefully. I would hate to squish any of the populace who is fashioning such a splendid, silent history.