Blink. An arrival of sort; ing through our collected past thoughts. Seventy-odd times the Moon has faded while our Roles have grown. The weight was taking us down a blissful mishap of encounter. Not a blur from speed or perception simply a matter of Focus. We search through the design landscape where visibility is poor limited by typographical rules, the foghorns of graphic design. Faith and intuition guide us through the haze where minds tend to wander and let things unhappen.
The strength of Language does not reside in some—one desire that runs its whole length, but in the overlapping of many thoughts. Trust the unquestioned element of our chemical makeup. We grasp the sum of our effects but cannot touch the total effect. Even when people come in pairs, their private odds should be made the most of.
A simple effect, my Myst pools around me, multiplying by osmosis and straining against preconceived restraints. Someone articulating the thought I knew all too well and presented it to me with hallucinogenic clarity. The seed of doubt was planted/heavy with foreboding/but the tree denies this wrongful weight overwhelmed with the gift my mind spouts.
Even if we were to build a house out of two tons of purpose, it could not exceed our expectations. The walls of space are ever changing the outcome of our expression. We search for more restful plateaus, bridging the mind-body gap. A perfect meaning right for this time and space but perhaps not ideal. My lord land, is that you? Does a building always contain its own absence?
Wetwired together, spinning thoughts, we twist fiber on fiber. Configuring realtime bits into a ROM with a limited life span < Password **** Try again > The translation of thoughts is simple, a code of two characters that are the opposite in spirit. Is information, the commodity of power, limited only by bandwidth? Raytraced thoughts merge as folded lucid layers, thick with their transparency < Login successful >
In a hungry fatigue we search the curve of water to live to make it extend into a space wholly its own. The price is high but the deed is done the handshake made the pleasure bought. As the mist leaves the water I find my place patience. Surrounded by trees and yawning mountains we cross the line in which we draw from.
The simple gestures the premonitions that trellised us early supporting this thing we have become. Efforts of so many prevail in the depths of our roots. The sacrifices of others lie around us in a halo of Forward Thinking. The light is so bright wake up you're late for work. Thank you.
This brochure is the result of a collaborative effort between Todd Hart, Shawn Freeman, and Photographer Richard Seagraves. All images were created by Focus2 and Richard Seagraves. The poetry is a synergistic melding of individual thoughts from Focus2, folded in to create a harmonious voice/memory of our first five years. Many thanks to Richard for your vision and patience, to John Frazier for wardrobe design, and Wesley and Michael for their willingness to assume poses. To Williamson Printing for their generous help in converting our fragmented thoughts and ideas into ink on paper. To our clients, past and present, without which there is no Us. Finally, reverence and respect to out families, for their emotional support throughout.