During the beginning of the forever pandemic it occurred to me that since I never went to design school there must have been some things I missed. Probably hundreds of things. Maybe thousands. One of those things is typography. It’s always been a struggle. Even though I educated myself on it I’m still insecure about it. Of course, I couldn’t do my own assignment. During the dread and the ongoing collapse of nearly everything I decided I needed a project that was impossible: child-like but engaging, colorful but not insane (arguments to be made), broken but recognizable. A candy colored retreat into childhood that did not ignore everything breaking around it. Could have been worse than this; I could have learned to make sourdough bread.
