The city of Ghent rebuilt entirely out of language — every canal, lane and crooked medieval street rendered not as a line but as its own name, the whole tangled map woven from typography until the town becomes a single dense calligraphic knot. The blunt 'GENT' standing sentinel down the side anchors the poetry with a punch. Slim and black-framed, it is cartography for people who would rather read their way home. It is a city you do not so much navigate as recite, a place that has confessed every one of its secret thoroughfares in its own handwriting until geography and grammar become indistinguishable and the map can only be 'read' the way one reads a poem too dense to finish. Each street insists on its name the way a stubborn local insists on directions, and the accumulated babble of them all builds a Ghent more honest than any drawn one — a town that admits it is, in the end, only a very old argument between people and the words they gave to where they walked. Behind its slim black frame the whole murmuring metropolis hangs like a love letter folded into a street plan.
- Medium
- Poster
- Framing
- Aluminium frame with cheap plastic cover
- Artwork size
- 600 mm × 910 mm
- Framed size
- 620 mm × 930 mm
