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.
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| 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.
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