Hand jobs working thoughts.

It’s taken some time to realize but my hands give me more pleasure than computers. Dirty as if may be misconstrued, I mean in the ways of creation. There is something to be said with making something with ones own hands. Be the creation an illustration or something written, I’ve found more satisfaction in using pencil to paper than the computer. I feel more connection being physically involved with my creation as opposed to using the intermediary computer. Sure, I can make the same stuff, but the satisfaction has evaporated, leaving me dissatisfied. I could post much of my thoughts and ideas if I didn’t write them down first. Much of what I think, I’ll write down. After that I leave it, never again to transfer it into the virtual world. Sadly, much of my written work, nothing comparable to those whose time is consumed but such habits, is translated into the virtual world. When feeling climaxes, I reach for pencil and paper. The connection to what’s being expressed never feels as authentic in the virtual space as it does when firstly transcribed in the physical. Now is the exception because the thought(s) being typed/expressed are being experienced while upon the computer. Had I not been present with my trusty box I’d have either written it down, or just thought it. Giving physicality to my thoughts brings me closure and allows for future rumination. Thinking the same thoughts, this is my opportunity for refinement, although there is no one to retort such trivialities, it gives me a sense of inclusion. This is an infinite space compared to a notebook that is public to many eyes. There is a sad hope that these “other” eyes will assist in the betterment of my thought, outward actions as well as my general contentment. “You and one companion are audience enough for each other; so are you for yourself. For you, let the crowd be one, and one be a crowd. It is a vile ambition in one’s retreat to want to extract glory from one’s idleness.” – Michel De Montaigne. This quote further enforces my thoughts, but it’s hard for me to believe. Much of my thoughts are thought but not some much as believed. I guess you could say I don’t trust my gut. It’s hard to entrust reason to ones stomach. I hunger constantly and my thoughts are more easily satisfied than my gut. How can I trust something that constantly craves filling? There is reason for filling, but is it ever enough to last? Hunger can be satiated but it’d never completely full. That’s probably why I create, or at least reinvigorate. I use reinvigorate because much of what I think has be already thought and continues being discussed. Now to end this… Keep your ideas because they are as right and wrong as what I think. We make up right and wrong, so whatever I’ve said will entertain your conceptions of right and wrong. In the end, discussion hopefully will promote inclusion.

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Hand drawn type tells stories

I came across this book while browsing books under the subject: type. I was intrigued with the front cover, so I decide to investigate it further. Turns out it was half storybook and half designed hand drawn type. I like stories and I like type. So going off of the synopsis of the book, I decided to purchase this book. And was it well worth the price? My answer to that is, yes it was well worth it and let me explain why.

This book has an elegantly designed softcover and spans over 168-pages of beautifully hand rendered type. Each story, or theme, showcases itself in a visually unique and complex way from page to page. Making for each page to differ from one to the next. Sure, the style consists of a lot of line work, flourishes and hand rendered type, but the manner in which they are placed upon the page, as well as the visual hierarchy of what the author wants you to read first, is fantastic. As a learning student in the field of graphic design, this in not only a prefect book to have for its aesthetic purpose, but as something to study when one needs inspiration. The stark black and white colour palette, or lack there of, really showcases the inventiveness of the type and graphical backdrops in which house the stories atmosphere. Since there is so much going on on each page, to have the book put into colour would have been overwhelming.

Overall, I would recommend Hall of Best Knowledge to anyone who enjoys: witty and humorous observational stories/allegories, creative and inventive ways of displaying type, studying of art, reader of comics or all of the above. It is a well worth the investment because of the amount of visual complexity and creativity found from front to back.

Here is a short preview of the book, Hall of Best Knowledge.