Designing my death

This time last year I was busy squir­rel­ing away on a degree in Design Com­mu­ni­ca­tion and found myself hav­ing to “design my own death”. This even­tu­al­ly took shape as a series of illus­tra­tions which end­ed in this album cov­er type illus­tra­tion. In order to tie this all togeth­er I wrote a short descrip­tion of how I came about my demise.

My Death

I reached into the dark depths of the cold water and pulled out the soft tan burlap sack, which had been thrown into the lake by two young men in white shirts rid­ing as-new old-fash­ioned black bicy­cles. The large text in west­ern serif font read­ing “Sat­u­rate before using” at the rim of the bag only added to my fear of dan­ger. Jack­son Browne’s first album was called Jack­son Browne the let­ter­ing on the radi­a­tor bag was a mis­in­ter­pre­ta­tion by the pub­lic and remained a joke between the singer and pho­tog­ra­ph­er Jim Mar­shall, who on a trip to Joshua tree with Stephen Stills and Joni Mitchell; who sat in the back seat of the black Lin­coln Cos­mopoli­tan with sui­cide doors pen­ning “Big Yel­low Taxi”, had com­plete­ly failed in their pey­ote rid­den haze to get any use­ful pho­tographs for the album cov­er.