Expect something different this friday!
teleported in front of a large door, which opens and steals my arm in exchange for scrambled eggs. but there’s something horribly wrong. the eggs… have hominy in them.
This was more accurately the last project we did for Typography this semester, rather than the final. We treated it like a wind-down project. We were assigned to put together a poster with evocative imagery for a cause. I had already begun working on this before the Boston marathon occurred, and my teacher says it aged well.
