An alternative take on the previous “poster design.”
Still need to learn all the tools at my disposal (GIMP is terrible to figure out); forgot to blur the edges on the layer I cropped from the previous iteration of this.
I felt excited initially about the first few thrusts that I made in the vein of the new issue’s theme (Melancholy), but transitioning to theory-inspired fiction from something that’s felt more nebulous is rough. I’ve never written fiction before. I’m finding myself preoccupied by haunted houses & shifting architectures, winds that bow branches into symmetries that reveal something hollow in the heart of your sovereignty, the terrible brake in your mouth that you pump without wanting to when the neighbor calls “welcome home” from across both your yards.
Anyways, I’ve never had an eye for visual art, or a well-articulated grammar for shape & color, but I’ve been trying my hand with heretical hermetics in mind.
I am waiting to write. The waiting game is more excruciating than the writing itself. You wait and wait until something within you, the impetus, begins to overflow begins to overtake whatever walls you’ve built whatever hesitancies belie your abilities. At that point you’re left with no choice only compulsion. I am waiting to be compelled in this way.
As long as I am waiting, I am hopeful.