Second in the Signage Series sees a repeat of all the previous weirdness. Blank signs, signs featuring lettering from forty years ago all with a mix of modern kookiness. Why is the cardboard so distressing with the weightlifting graphic?

Maybe it’s just my perception. Maybe I am the only person haunted by these images. If not, you need to speak now so I can stop feeling so extremely isolated. A person can only exist in a vacuum for so long before they start bleeding from the eyes. Or something like that.

In several of these images I focus on the close up. Noticing the layered sign making process in a 30 minute sign. Noticing those overlaps of color. That hairline edge of the combination of two borders overlapping.

Or sometimes the reflection of traffic lights on George Washington. Or the severity of contemporary window glass bolts piercing George right in the face. The hasty cut away.

Poor color choices and bad stencils are as attractive as good ones. The spray enhancing the texture of the wood. The stencil lifting up to let mists of black move across that hideous caution sign yellow. Black paint or car exhaust. You decide.

It’s less about the signs and more about my framing of the images. Framing with the camera. Framing within the context of edited sets. Framed within a website. Welcome to hyper context.