Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Walking to Home


I've decided to audit the typography class here at Nycams this semester. Our first assignent was to walk the city home. We received a reading that explored walking as poetry.

"The ordinary practitioners of the city live 'down below,' below the thresholds att which visibility begins. They walk - an elementary form of this experience of the city; they are walkers, Wandersmänner, whose bodies follow the thicks and thins of an urban "text" they write without being able to read it. These practitioners make use of spaces that cannot be seen; their knowledge of them is as blind as that of lovers in each other's arms. The paths that correspond in this interwinning, unrecognized poems in which each body is an element signed by many others, elude legibility..."

I took this walk to bridge my home from the Manhattan to Queens and Portland to New York though typography and place.




Brick faces echo the past, like they do on the old brick in Portland.



Stepping up in the Ace Hotel, a place from home reminds me all will be fine. 






 










Just a few blocks away from the studio, Stumptown was a warm and welcome site.




The subway, how I cross the bridge to get from the studio home.

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