fonts at the tate modern

i went to the tate modern today to complete a brief that i failed to do when i shouldve gone on wednesday, but i guess that was for the better because had i gone on wednesday i probably wouldve wasted the day eating lunch with my mates and not got much done. much to my surprise i seemed to get quite a lot done and being alone in my own thoughts seemed to help me think about the work i was looking at in much more detail. aesthetically and conceptually.
here are the fruits of my labour. well, only some of them. and i can hardly call it labour, i mean, farmers working the cotton fields in africa do labour. i was drawing in a fancy gallery in london. but yeah.



[each work of art is followed by my typographic response]