Anasty Alexander

Anasty Alexander

Anasty Alexander
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Something is not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it—living in the worst parts, ruining myself. My inner life is a sheet of black glass. If I fell through the floor I would keep falling. The enormity of my desire disgusts me. -  RICHARD SIKEN, “BIRDS HOVER THE TRAMPLED FIELD”

Something is not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it—living in the worst parts, ruining myself. My inner life is a sheet of black glass. The enormity of my desire disgusts me.

Typographic self portrait

The artist creates movement in this piece using text orientation. The focal point is the middle and it seems to swirl out from there. Darker values are created in the top and bottom of the image by using a smaller kerning and leading.