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