Sign

A sign is public address, and for a moment we are held in its thrall; reading it tells me something about how to read the world.

Text

I like the way words work, and even when they don't. I like the way words look. If art communicates something words cannot then language as visual art is a short-circuit. Words have a weird, object quality. Visual art's closest cousin is poetry- a surplus of meaning mined from the most economic means. Overflowing, slippery, fluid. Words are set free each time they are interpreted by a new viewer as she decides what they mean. Signposts at the threshold of the imaginary.

Time

Repetition. Rhythm. Moments. Pauses. Interruptions. Dates. Past, present and future. Paradox. Obsession.

Newspapers

Daily relics of a pre-internet, materializing information. Firmly tied to time and place, reporting and advertising based on their locality, while simultaneously responding to global events. Great props, sure, being very cinematic, but a cinema of another time.

Grids

I have approached the newspaper broadsheet in various ways; slicing, concealing, following the lines of its quadratic grid, consistently guided by the content and form of the medium. Cutting and erasure can uncover latent forms, revealing hidden agendas in supposedly neutral content. 

Herald

The typeface I’ve designed according to a rigid system, folding newspaper broadsheets into a 4x4 grid, then crossing it diagonally to set the lines. It looks Modern in the dated sense. The text reads like a political slogan; simultaneously graffiti/protest/propaganda.

Found

Because the ready-made has the advantage of feeling like it was already there- something that was noticed rather than invented. Not only does it have a quality of reality, but it’s a way to place the artist and viewer on a more even footing. 

Like performance

A transaction between audience and artist. Making art is as much a part of the work as the experience. Inseparable parts of a whole.