This was created as hommage to David Carson, one of the 90's great graphic designers. He grew up around surfing culture, and his style was unique in those days. I wrote the following free form to mirror what is going on in the imagery:
Sound, taste, texture, rhythm, temperature. Did I mention texture? No swell is ever the same. Infinite variety. Ceaseless barrage upon the shores of structure. Infinitely different. Infinitely the same. 1995 rising tide. All of us riders, empowered, harnessing and embracing chaos. Nets. voicing in unison. Currents erratic. Cool feet, warm torso. A creative body (of work) pushed and pulled. Type blurred. Read underwater. Some type has been taken by the surf, leaving a coherent message. We were glad to engage in it. What is left, scattered by nature, a sign of humanity molded by the wash of rhythm and wear. Beautiful oblivion. A carcass of structure to maintain communication. Picked at, by the denizens of creative process. Flawed perfection, in and with each wave. David Carson. The clack of trucks on a ramp, or familiar knock on the door to those versed in the extremes? Skateboards, sound boards, textured, worn like the voices who sing along. Welcome to the 90s, carcass of the 80s We answer and are inspired by the risk takers. In all of this, spirit, energy. Ultimate understanding. Taken in. Embracing the young, the new, technology streams across the jetty, reaches us all with colorful information. Abstraction in the peaks of excess. The end of Print. 2nd Sight. Collections of driftwords tossed ashore. Forced. purposeful. and Defiant. David Carson. Giant photos. Pictures of you. Me. Anybody. Matters not. dots and coms. Crud and grain. Discordant. Ambiguity. Sea of white. Black. Scaled to anonymity. Disruption. Splintered. Kerning crapshoot. Deliberately missing. Intentionally fucked. The discovery of Photoshop. Creating seams. printed with precision. Unlimited space on the playground. Does this word relate? Oh yes. It does. In time. That's the point. Changing the face of typography. So dramatic. Amazing books. "There is a certain predictability to its unpredictably." Ed Fella appears. Appropriately raw.
Abstraction at expense, expense of energy, potential, expended rapidly on the sand. Destruction of towers and courage. Largest peaks crash the hardest.
Today : Ignoring nature. Improve the jetty. Rejecting the chaos. Webs. Try smaller crests. Stay in the shallows. Moral high ground. No time to ride. No patience for nature. Clear the skies. The young are secure. Youth seen, not heard. The tides still beckon. All safe and slumped and beaten, dripping hair loss. Bought the machine. Clean lines, vector, structure. packaged, assimilation. Tradition in graphics and marriage. Be that way, Be this way. David Carson. visions of the past that's close enough. Surf is still audible in a shell. Ever cautious, we suit up for the next ultimate ride. This time on a ski do. Conquering nature. differences. others. Shutting the senses. Selling, wallowing, fearing. Patriots. To disagree is unpatriotic. Legal cloning. Imperative. Flux. Ebb or flow. It's all good.
-Greyson Rudd
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Greyson,
That is inspiring! You have a gift with putting words to feelings and creating images with those words and syntaxes. It's harder than people think. Did you turn that in or is that just creative mastery on overload, spilled out foam for us sandfleas to bathe in?
It's amazing to me how many different avenues art takes. We've mixed up some good genes in the old math/science pool.
Thanks Soggy
Yep, I turned it in. The text is texture in the image, with some vague analysis of the style of David Carson. Most of it is semi legible in the printed piece. The intructor will eat it up. I was toward the end of my finals and in a mood. It was one of my easier projects-mugging my internal critic and leaving him for dead just once.
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