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The Poster StyleLess is More: The Poster Style
by Jack Raz
"When thought is too weak to be simply expressed, it is clear proof it should be rejected."
Luc de Clapiers
As the sun rose on the 20th century, its beams fell upon the walls and shop fronts of Europe, which were usually covered in posters. Though initially these posters were a continuation of the art nouveau style that had dominated the latter half of the 19th century; as people walked to work in Germany on sun-filled mornings in 1905, they began to notice a new kind of poster. Equally influenced by both the modern art movement and a need to visually communicate with the general public, this new poster style was about maintaining a balance between communicative imagery and design form in a reductive manner which utilized the entire picture plane. Generally recognized by their use of flat color images masterfully combined with text, the posters of the Plakatstil or Poster-Style, represented something not altogether new, but like the artists wh
The Genius of Albrecht DurerThe Genius of Albrecht Dürer
by Jack Raz
"When human power becomes so great and original that we can account for it only as a kind of divine imagination, we call it genius."
In his own lifetime, Albrecht Durer's artwork would garner not only universal admiration from his contemporaries but a mass public appeal that few other artists have experienced. Combining both the traditional gothic traits of the northern school with the humanist ideals of the Italian renaissance, his style was an utterly unique hybrid that would usher in the renaissance to Northern Europe and leave a lasting mark on the world of art. But style and popularity are only the by-products of something more fundamental. Whether it lies in the penetration of his portrayal, the breadth of his compositions, or his mastery of depict
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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