When I was in high school art class, I was big into stacking cut out sheets of words (usually song lyrics, poetry, pages from books, et cetera) in different sizes and fonts to make different shades of grey from a distance to make an image. The first piece I did in this style resulted in detention, because without my knowing, the phrase, "You want to talk about pain? Let's talk about pain, motherfucker." was in the dead center of the focal point of the image. I blame Boys Night Out's excellent outlet of expression for my not so excellent teenage outlet of expression's downfall.
When I was in high school art class, I was big into stacking cut out sheets of words (usually song lyrics, poetry, pages from books, et cetera) in different sizes and fonts to make different shades of grey from a distance to make an image. The first piece I did in this style resulted in detention, because without my knowing, the phrase, "You want to talk about pain? Let's talk about pain, motherfucker." was in the dead center of the focal point of the image. I blame Boys Night Out's excellent outlet of expression for my not so excellent teenage outlet of expression's downfall.