Sunday, June 20, 2010

Sans Serif Superman

Oh, I'm back. All-that-research-project-I-gotta-finish-be-damned.

With a Typog-nerd snippet from McSweeney's:
Guess the fuck what, Picasso. We don't all have seventy-three weights of stick-up-my-ass Helvetica sitting on our seventeen-inch MacBook Pros. Sorry the entire world can't all be done in stark Eurotrash Swiss type. Sorry some people like to have fun. Sorry I'm standing in the way of your minimalist Bauhaus-esque fascist snoozefest.
Yeah, you know I'm that girl. On a cheap-ass Compaq-Whatever with Picasso stickers, though.

It's a great read, an imagined monologue of Comic Sans.

(via Copyranter)

Alvin Lustig, 1949, "I Want a Thin Gothic..."


Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Medium & Message: The Female Form (and also death.)

So Louise Bourgeois died.

I don't need to tell you about her. (But if I do, there's a nice NYT obituary, an excellent reflection on Jezebel, a succinct retro at The Guardian. Tavi posted some pictures.)

I don't need to write about her, or about how she "advanced feminism" or how "other people" were impacted by her. But of course there's something intrinsic and silent and overwhelming about her "womany art" that is mine, as a woman. That is, the body--my body--as a medium and a voice, the language of our parts. It's so much like what I said about Motherwell and Lustig, right? All those shapes that carry essence? Well, my shape carries an essence. And Louise distilled that language.


Harmless Woman, 1969


Untitled, 2002

Let me explain better in my own words from a year ago:
(Don't worry, I wouldn't try to chug through that handwriting either)



A transcription of this, and more discussions on body-ness and art, after the jump.

Plus, Artists Can Die?