Don’t tease pears
So Far From Your Weapon – The Dead Weather
[Dzr]
‡I’m a victim of librus eternus, the syndrome of the unfinished sketchbook, the one that sees the others being started when he has met no end.
‡To put it simply, I have at least three serious (but not too much) typographic projects on the go, including Fengardo obviously. I haven’t the time now to pursue them as I’m busy with ‘real’ work (i.e. paid one), which isn’t a bad thing. This being, I still managed to find some time to plant a new idea in my spare hours, the idea of an exercise around my interest for the twentieth century’s advertisement typography, huge and brutal.
‡As biting at any hook of my inspirations of very uneven qualities would be dangerous for my mental health, I chose to limit the exercise in time.
‡In doing such, I would follow the path of the guy (or girl) who invented the cheapest pressurized blowgun ever, made from a scholar ink eraser and the top, transparent, part of a ball point pen (to which you had to associate a brush handle for the pushing action, paper and your saliva for the production of ammo). The idea was extremely simple but very efficient, and soon was to serve the classroom cause of maximum disorder. Loads of secondary school fell for it.
‡Far from me the idea of promoting disorder, nor inventing anything, I’m simply thinking of these exercises as an ephemeral ground for experimentation which might, at occasion, produce something useful.
‡The idea is expressed, I’m eager to see if it’ll hold.
‡I wrote quite a lot for such a tiny intention. In fact I was simply willing to introduce my new typographic attempt, simple, fat and capital. It cost about 6 hours this far (over 5 days), and I’m not planning to lend it more than 4 to declare the experiment over.
Ok, I must admit.
I drew those letters for a neighbour-cursing purpose.