I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone.
Very fun image and I'm so glad you're having fun with the experimental side of type. I've always really liked type, glad so many others are doing so too.
Another wonderful experiment here, though I agree that making the words a bit more subtle might be appropriate (overlay? textures? color? no idea how, sorry).
First, I really love the color variation, having the bits of purple/pink/coral really add wonderful dimension and interest! And the hint of the scratched overlay is wonderful. Finally, I LOVE how you followed the branches with the words! For me the image could definitely stand on its own without the words, but since they are there I love how you've arranged them!
i love the colours and textures in this, but i'm not sure about the words on the image. they seem a little jarring. but, well done for figuring out that transform thing. i'm going to have to try that now too...
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