...and Watching & Listening

I have to admire this fellow Banksy. Vandalism, shmandalism. He recently donned a false beard and trenchcoat and boldly installed his own works in four major New York museums. Click through here to see the images. I can’t decide if the discount soup can or the insect (scientific name "withus oragainstus") is my favorite.

I’ve been very focused on images lately. I’m trying to sort through a mountain of photos, because that would be a Good Thing, to have them sorted, and I’m trying to extract some of my better compositions, because I’ve neglected my art. (Plus, I’m keeping my eye open for giftable pics, as well.)

I end up on long sidetracks, as I finally go through about a 150 snapshots of our Florida vacation from three years ago. Most of the shots look just like anybody’s Florida vacation. And then there’s the odd, special one, that lets you feel the sunshine:

I found this among an unsorted pile of saved bookmarks:

Loss of roots in design

That commentary, along with this short movie, points to the tactile nature of physically setting type and what that feels like and teaches the designer.

Good stuff.