This piece attempts to capture the futile nature of wanting certain moments in our lives to last forever. It serves as a harsh reminder of our mortality, asking the viewer to cherish those small moments rather than just hoping that they would last a little longer.
This piece was made using nothing more than the pen tool in Illustrator. The letters were deformed manually. A lot of effort was put into conveying the forms of the folds. This piece took much longer than I expected but I am happy with the final result.
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text = The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus: last paragraph
I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain! One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night filled mountain, in itself forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
To Yixing Wang
*Nothing lasts forever.
Cherish the moment.