Layout
A selection of some of the layout-centric work I've done over the past 3 years.
Dada is the word that defies the law. The breaker of boundaries and the transcendence of truth. Although nowadays, truth is hard to find. The summer sun never sets in Los Angeles. I don’t know her name, I’ve only ever seen her face. That face and that face and that face. It’s the same face that visits my dreams. Sometimes she’s just there. But sometimes she commands the room, talks to the other ghosts that haunt my nights. We talk behind her back because we’re shocked by the things she’s done- the things she’ll continue to do. We are all hypocrites- her body composed of dead nerves and careful scars. Scars that serve as a testament to her own sense of worth.