Then there’s the history of art. Or so it goes.
I’m eager to absorb every opportunity.
Friday night I tootle off to Making Faces. A generation gone. Hidden now by the digital means.
|In Helvetica of course...|
Shapes, sizes, form. Italics, bold, condensed.
The sheen or the glow.
Everything takes a shape. When the type meets the words.
When the words meet the type. When the design talks to the type.
The movie Helvetica points out – it’s not where the type is laid out – rather the spaces left behind or in between.
Ironically today, I read on. Meggs’ History of Graphic Design.
More history seeps in. My love for art endures.
Truly where it all began and to where it is now. Press replay?
Given no assumptions, readily only the truth.
History does repeat itself.
There is art in type.