poems, practice, and process
by Hannah Stephenson
Open, meet the anxiety floodgates.
What am I missing?
I'm not even thinking about breathing.....(but I wonder who ate all that cake?)
Just some stacked glass and crystal, and an experiment with typography.Glad you liked! This is from a shop in Venice, CA, where we used to live. I loved all of the glass cake stands stacked like this...
I love the beauty, and the bated breath of this, Hannah!
Oh dear, the first thought that leaped into my brain? Earthquake!
I like how the text appears to be floating, yet has the weight of a wish, like a fairy casting a spell. The artistry in the typography of the words, the corresponding color tones and the placement of the words in relation to the glass, gives me the sensation that the words are "alive."