on self

"Howard, have you ever been in love?" Roark turned to look straight at him and answer quietly. "I still am." "But when you walk through a building, what you feel is greater than that." "Much greater, Gail."

Howard Roark and Gail Wynand, The Fountainhead

projects gone awry

so, i had this idea in mind of a typographic composition transcribed in cookie dough. in its early stages of development, i pictured a mutant ligature of sorts with puffed serifs waxed by the heat of the oven into a giant hunk of cookie. and subtle lines that only suggest what the composition might have read pre heated-oven.

like an expanded cloud of thought... to be devoured with a cold glass of milk. nom.

i set out to make this dream cookie happen. kerned a handful of words into composition, printed and hand-stenciled. i originally tried to cut the stencil from an acetate sheet. when that didn't work, because it was far too thick for my little x-acto to wield, i turned to coated paper. therein lay the first of many mistakes.

i failed to consider how much time i would need to cut out the cookie shapes before the dough turned soft and also how much larger the stencil should be given its course to leaven. i also used paper, like an idiot.

throwing all logic out the window, i realized much too late that:

1. there is a reason we have cookie cutters and not cookie stencils
2. there is a reason those cutters are usually large, resembling child-like alphabet pieces
3. coated paper in the oven makes for an inedible cookie
4. chocolate chips can be difficult to cut through when you're 'stenciling'
5. it is important to know the nature of the materials prior to production


behold... the not-so-thought-out scheme, the crumbled carnage:




i shall try for round 2. in the meantime... in other, more legible words:

dear old friend