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pleasure garden
in terms of bricks AD version was conceived as the next layer to AB and AC, but due to some compression ratio (or what?) AD doesn’t fit the previous two... so only AB and AC will be mutually compatible and for AD has to be done (introduced) another two (AE+AF) compatible versions (alternatives to AB and AC) to achieve a fitting threesome... oh, such a dramatic typo love story full of unexpected twists and adversities!
AD+AE+AF / 3=12
Congratulations, winner! Really this font was an unexpected approach, but graphically it was so innovative and strong at the end.
Congratulations! You have added inspiring ideas to the competition.
thanks Aeolien for kind words!
thanks Elmoyenique and congrats as well (i love your psychedelic sample pics!)
Your abstractive style is extremely innovative. These three layers of design combine beautifully to make something entirely new and unique. Congratulations on the win!
thanks ETH!
The Good-Morrow
(by John Donne)
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.
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