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This is one of a big series of studies of how I can take a poem I wrote about the sound of a marimba and turn it into expressive typography. Some of these studies are simpler than others. Some are more complex than others. Some are meant to be illegible or hard to read. Some are meant to be legible and easy to read. Some more colorful and some more dull. These studies were done in two different formats: a rectangle and a square.
The erratic and sporadic pattern of sound, tone and notation.
"She sat quietly before me without a single note. She was beautiful. Her skin glistened like polished rosewood. The frame of her body held her structure so perfectly.
They told me she could speak in many tongues. She knew the voice of time and space itself. She knew everything. Her majestic appearance had me in a trance, completely speechless, as if she'd stolen my tongue. They asked me to go play with her. I grew nervous; unsure. They told me the yarn mallets were the only way to break the spell.
As I shyly approached the shining goddess, I felt her aura grow then quickly thin as I reached her. It was as if she was calling to me. I pulled the mallets out of her pocket and stood before her with great anticipation. Then suddenly, as if she had possessed me, I slowly began to play.
I very lightly tapped her shoulder and she spoke for the first time. I did it again; she spoke a little louder. Her voice began to rise. It was as if she were singing for me. Her chant echoed with a deep and earthy sound more grand than anything I had ever heard. It rang out so gracefully as the mallets glided up her octaves. Her song still resonates softly in my heart."
The erratic and sporadic pattern of sound, tone and notation.
"She sat quietly before me without a single note. She was beautiful. Her skin glistened like polished rosewood. The frame of her body held her structure so perfectly.
They told me she could speak in many tongues. She knew the voice of time and space itself. She knew everything. Her majestic appearance had me in a trance, completely speechless, as if she'd stolen my tongue. They asked me to go play with her. I grew nervous; unsure. They told me the yarn mallets were the only way to break the spell.
As I shyly approached the shining goddess, I felt her aura grow then quickly thin as I reached her. It was as if she was calling to me. I pulled the mallets out of her pocket and stood before her with great anticipation. Then suddenly, as if she had possessed me, I slowly began to play.
I very lightly tapped her shoulder and she spoke for the first time. I did it again; she spoke a little louder. Her voice began to rise. It was as if she were singing for me. Her chant echoed with a deep and earthy sound more grand than anything I had ever heard. It rang out so gracefully as the mallets glided up her octaves. Her song still resonates softly in my heart."
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I think that the way you put together this concept comes across wonderfully, but much like anything artistic it all depends on the audience you want to appeal to. i like the way the words are splayed out on the page in a seemingly random fashion- it isn't easy to portray the flow of words visually in the way that one would hear them= the ups/downs of the notes so to speak- it is not something that everyone would get just by looking at the picture-so it helps that you wrote it out across the bottom too. 