Type Specimen: Jurek - by Andrea Maffei by Prof. Antonino Benincasa

Jurek

Jurek Designed by Andrea Maffei

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Jurek means farmer Jurek was born from the desire to change. A trial, transorming what is already present and proven to be a valid solution, into something different. This font is based on the skeleton of Avant Garde, with some twists. For example, the structure of all circular lowercase letters that have a vertical stem has been modified by moving said stem closer to the middle of the counter. The same applies for the uppercase ones also. This was to give a new rythm to the sequence of charachters, trying to circumnavigate the sometimes too regular and strit flow of Avant Garde. To maintain the stubby feel of the original typeface, the ascender height is the same as the cap height. Some of the characters are divided into two separate stems, like the H; others, like the P, D, and A have some cuts, specifically in the vertical stems. This feature is a tip of the hat to the original Avant Garde, where the uppercase R varies depending on the weight itself. This type has been forged through counltess sleepless nights and several reiterations of the same concept, materialized in different shapes and forms.

30 pt

Jurek means farmer. Why is that? Why would you name your font farmer? I've always been attracted by what I percieve is the purest of all professions: the farmer. He (or she) alone, crafts the perfect environment for food, crops specifically, to grow. The expertise required to work efficiently in order to feed yourself and the others brings with it a level of satisfaction few professions can achieve. Seeing your own work literally grow before your very eyes, having to take care of it during every step of its development, ensuring the best symbiosis possible between the human factor and nature is heartwarming. Just you, your tools, seeds, and wide open fields that stretch as far as the eye can see. That's why this font is called Jurek. It grew, slowly, under the hand of what defintely cannot be considered a farmer, nevermind a type designer. It is, nevertheless, the end product of a concept that slowly but surely grew from the ashes of its predecessor. And once the time for harvesting finally came, the end result was something completely different from what I had anticipated. 11 / 11 pt

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angled x height terminals

sharp descenders and terminals

open counters

subtle contrast

slanted horizontal finial

Jurek is characterized by a symmetrical structure. There is no ascender height, and what would usually end there is stopped at the cap height. The distance bewteen the descender and the baseline is the same between the x height and the cap height. This feature gives the font a very strong a regular flow between characters, in contrast with the uneven shoulders, opened bowls and slanted upper terminals.

Life in the Woods

30 pt

When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, and earned my living by the labor of my hands only. I lived there two years and two months. At present I am a sojourner in civilized life again. I should not obtrude my affairs so much on the notice of my readers if very particular inquiries had not been made by my townsmen concerning my mode of life, which some would call impertinent, though they do not appear to me at all impertinent, but, considering the circumstances, very natural and pertinent. Some have asked what I got to eat; if I did not feel lonesome; if I was not afraid; and the like. Others have been curious to learn.

14 / 14 pt

We commonly do not remember that it is, after all, always the first person that is speaking. I should not talk so much about myself if there were any body else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience. Moreover, I, on my side, require of every writer,

9 / 10 pt

first or last, a simple and sincere account of his own life, and not merely what he has heard of other menâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s lives; some such account as he would send to his kindred from a distant land; for if he has lived sincerely, it must have been in a distant land to me. Perhaps these pages are more particularly.

I understand you're a neurosurgeon. No, I am a barber. But a lot of people make that mistake. 40 pt

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rs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. For Lucy had her work cut out for her. The doors would be taken off their hinges; Rumpelmayer’s men were coming. And then, thought Clarissa Dalloway, what a morning, fresh as if issued to children on a beach. What a lark! What a plunge! For so it had always seemed to her, when, with a little squeak of the hinges, which she could hear now, she had burst open the French windows and plunged at Bourton into the open air. How fresh, how calm, stiller than this of course, the air was in the early morning; like the flap of a wave; the kiss of a wave; chill and sharp and yet (for a girl of eighteen as she then was) solemn, feeling as she did, standing there at the open window, that something awful was about

12 / 11 pt

o happen; looking at the flowers, at the trees with the smoke winding off them and the rooks rising, falling; standing and looking until Peter Walsh said, “Musing among the vegetables?" Was that it? “I prefer men to cauliflowers" Was that it? He must have said it at breakfast one morning when she had gone out on to the terrace, Peter Walsh. He would be back from India one of these days, June or July, she forgot which, for his letters were awfully dull; it was his sayings one remembered; his eyes, his pocketknife, his smile, his grumpiness and, when millions of things had utterly vanished; how strange it was! A few sayings like this about cabbages. She stiffened a little on the kerb, waiting for Durtnall’s van to pass. A charming woman, Scrope Purvis thought her (knowing her as one does know people who

10 / 9 pt

ive next door to one in Westminster); a touch of the bird about her, of the jay, bluegreen, light, vivacious, though she was over fifty, and grown very white since her illness. There she perched, never seeing him, waiting to cross, very upright. For having lived in Westminster; how many years now? over twenty one feels even in the midst of the traffic, or waking at night, Clarissa was positive, a particular hush, or solemnity; an indescribable pause; a suspense (but that might be her heart, affected, they said, by influenza) before Big Ben strikes. There! Out it boomed. First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air. Such fools we are, she thought, crossing Victoria Street. For Heaven only knows why one loves it so, how one sees it so, making it up, building it round one, tumbling it, creating it every moment.

8 / 8 pt

Y NAME IS OZYMANDIAS, KIN F KINGS: LOOK ON MY WORKS, Y IGHTY, AND DESPAIR!" NOTHIN ESIDE REMAINS. ROUND TH ECAY OF THAT COLOSSAL WRECK OUNDLESS AND BARE, THE LON ND LEVEL SANDS STRETCH FA ZYMADIASOZYMANDIASOZYMAN

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Faculty of Design and Art Free University of Bolzano â&#x2C6;&#x2019; Bozen Typeface designed by Andrea Maffei WUP 18/19 Prof. Antonino Benincasa Gian Marco Favretto Maximilian Boiger Calligraphy Workshop by Mag. Art. Eva PĂśll Font created with Illustrator & Fontself