Well, I had to do an ambigram for myself, didn’t I? This is a slightly retouched rough doodle of “Elliot Thomas Grant” that reads the same when rotated 180°.

I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—”Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert…Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless…

Yet another ambigram. This was for my brother-in-law’s wedding. In celebration Meg + Russ July 11, 1999 Look how my ring encompasseth thy finger. Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart. Wear both of them, for both of them are thine. —William Shakespeare

In 2007, a Sligo Park Hills neighbor commissioned me to add some calligraphic flourishes to their home. The one seen here (“Yet a quest is never about finding, but about seeking.”) went above the kitchen window, while a second sentiment graced a wall near the kitchen entry. This was certainly the most unusual medium for…