In The End We Are All As Deeply Uncool As Eachother

Personal Project

 



Top to bottom: final poster; mock-up




Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,         Enwrought with golden and silver light,        The blue and the dim and the dark cloth        Of night and light and the half-light,        I would spread the cloths under your feet:        But I, being poor, have only my dreams;        I have spread my dreams under your feet;        Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.        Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W.B. Yeats, 1899