For every high, there is an impending low. For every moment spent elated, there is one spent in consternation and confoundment. For every elevation, there is a valley. There is a plummet. There is a crash. There are instances where every weight feels lifted. When you’ve never been lighter. When you’re falling. Flying. Gliding. A temporary oblivion, oblivious to your rapid approach to the earth. “[F]alling has always been a weightless freedom,” says John Honor Jacobs, “punctuated by a harsh reminder of gravity.”
These are incredible pieces, Duane! I'm so sad to hear about the closing of 46pgs. It's a cool publication.
Congratulations and some really lovely work.
Congrats on the feature! A worthy addition for sure 🙌
46 reminds me of some of those beautiful Emigre designs. Great work.
I love that one with the couple dancing! 🩷🩷🩷