Adventures in Typography, Profanity and the Self.
3AM -i've been trying to convey this for a while, but i keep on scrapping what i write because it seems to whiny and shitty and emo.
This was therapy. Thanks,
-Andy
This was also an interesting look into profanity for me, i've never had the cleanest of mouths but i know when enough is enough and when to clean up my speak. I ran across this blog a little over a week ago, she does not cuss(very often), because of her belief in the power of words, to badly paraphrase. It's something i've been mulling over in the back of my head ever since.
This post/piece obviously really goes for it with the gratuitous use of the word "Fuck" I think i'd like to include one of the images in my portfolio, although it hardly seems professional.
Also an adventure in the "Century" font.
If you can't read the words on the right they can be found here.
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It is 2:10 AM and i’ve spent the past two hours on this piece. It began as a simple visual and typographical representation of a word that in it’s self, when spoken aloud, symbolizes a common emotion i feel, especially at this time of night.
“FFUUUCCCKKKKKKK”
Say it with me now.
You know exactly what i’m talking about. Maybe its a sense of unrest, or unhappiness. Maybe i’m just too tired and it begins to take a toll on my mental health. But lately, at this time of night i find my self returning to productivity and creativity. Something I’ve been experiencing a lack of during the day which has been paramount in the development of this emotion.
This creativity only occurs when it holds no purpose other than to create. It is not for a client, it is for my mental health.
It is my Self/God/The Universe quietly tapping me on the shoulder and saying
“Hey, you’re going to be okay.”
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