If you listen very closely I’m pretty sure you can hear my mind imploding. Well maybe not, but I think most of you may understand what I’m getting at. Why would anybody make a mural made of ketchup and mustard? The only answer I can think of is . . . nobody else did.
This last venture of mine was pretty wacky. Even for me. Come to think of it, the next few projects I’ll be working on could be considered a little bonkers to common folk. I’m trying to work with type and imagery to create one unified spectacle. The whole goal is to have the TYPOGRAPHY BE THE IMAGE. It’s much too easy to layer type and images with computer software (even if I don’t do it particularly well.) In my eyes there is no tactile challenge in page layout software. Sure there is problem solving and maybe some conceptual thinking along the way, but you can’t touch the type with your hands, or hold it close to your face, or feel the depth of it’s perspective. I want to get my hands dirty. I want to make my designs something people will look at and think, “who would actually do that?” But in all fairness, graphic design never began with computers. In many ways there was a stronger sense of integrity to the work involved. I never lived in the days of Paul Rand or Milton Glaser, but I listen to them and read about them, and found that they got their hands dirty. Maybe it was just their work ethic or maybe it was the state of the industry in general? Who knows? All I’m saying is there is a serenity and deep satisfaction that comes from working with your hands and your body, which cannot be translated into computers. Condiments or no condiments. It was a fun project . . . even though it made my house smell like vinegar.
I love the adventure and spirit in this ….Keep on rockin buddy!
More pictures, please.
Also, I bet this smelled terrible.
this is fucking insane
this rocks.