(ABSCISSION)

Wrote this on the train the other day. Made it into a debossed poster.

“Every day I am bound to the bedrock of this dull existence. No movement, nor thought could be considered my own. No bliss foretold. The only rest is death.”

[Mixed Media Artwork]

Prose:

Me.

Artwork:

Bespoke prose typeset adjacent to esoteric beam iconography. In the top left corner (I loved David Rudnick’s approach to cropping type, for ‘Terrain’ merely hinting at the letterforms through their upper baseline forms), sits the number of the piece in the collection.

Typefaces:

‘Kern’ by @pizzatypefaces.

HARRY––VINCENT
At the convergence of gothic & contemporary visual culture.

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