|Exhibit A: exquisite torment provided by programme design|
What can it have been been – political? No no, stay clear of all such, say I. The dreaded B word? As if. Enough misery about that as it is.
(Photo by Damien Petit on Unsplash.)
|Art by Yasmina Reza at the Oxford Playhouse|
So back to Exhibit A, above. I had never seen Yasmina Reza’s brilliantly witty, poignant play about the balance of power in longterm friendships, until it came to Oxford Playhouse last month. Intrigued, I badly wanted to read the interview with the playwright in the programme and was faced with not only pale type on pale paper but, ye gods, splashes of paint daubed across the text (a, you know, clever reference to the play’s title, Art). OK, so I managed eventually, the next day, with the aid of bright sunshine, but it was a slow process. Whereas if it had been black on white, like the article I’m writing here, I’d have skipped through it like a young fawn.
|Skipping through black and white print like, er, one of these |
(photo by Mathew Schwartz)
Perhaps I should start a Campaign for Printing in Black and White, snappily known as CAMPBAW.
I could be on to something, you know.