Hi, this is Meng-Chu.
A multi-disciplinary designer focusing on visual identity, typography & experimental work.
︎︎︎About Me
Selected Projects:
The National Gallery (Identity)
Taiple (Website)
Starbucks Commercial (Campaign)
Art Serve as a Form of Happiness (Interactive)
Moholy Nagy (Publication)
Object Poem Series (Packaging)
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/ Object Poem Series, 2022
Typography / Packaging Design
Role: Designer
Instructor: Robert Petrick
Role: Designer
Instructor: Robert Petrick
“Crafting Candle Packaging:
Exploring the Surreal Nexus of Scent, Time, and Space”
Inspired by Charles Simic's object poems, we're creating a series of candle packaging that captures the essence of his surreal time and space depicted in poems like "MELON," "MATCHES," and "CABBAGE." Just as Simic's poems evoke vivid memories and familiar places, the scent of a candle has a similar effect. With each scent, we're aiming to transport users to familiar thresholds of memory and imagination. Through this candle design project, we're bridging the gap between the tangible and the ethereal, inviting users to experience the threshold of surreal time and space with every flicker of the flame..
LABLES
POEMS
1. The Melon
There was a melon fresh from the garden
So ripe the knife slurped
As it cut it into six slices.
The children were going back to school.
Their mother, passing out paper plates,
Would not live to see the leaves fall.
I remember a hornet, too, that flew in
Through the open window
Mad to taste the sweet fruit
While we ducked and screamed,
Covered our heads and faces,
And sat laughing after it was gone.
So ripe the knife slurped
As it cut it into six slices.
The children were going back to school.
Their mother, passing out paper plates,
Would not live to see the leaves fall.
I remember a hornet, too, that flew in
Through the open window
Mad to taste the sweet fruit
While we ducked and screamed,
Covered our heads and faces,
And sat laughing after it was gone.
2. Matches
Very dark when I step
On the street
But then he shows up
The one who plays with matches
In my dreams
I have never seen
His face his eyes
Why do I always
Have to be so slow
And the matches already
Down to his fingertips
If it’s a house
Time only for a glimpse
If a woman–
Just a single kiss
Before the shadows converge
I could be dining
Making a snowball
Having my teeth pulled
By the Pope in Rome
Or running naked over a battlefield
The one with matches
Knows and won’t say
He likes only abandoned games
Illegible cities
Great loves that go out
On the street
But then he shows up
The one who plays with matches
In my dreams
I have never seen
His face his eyes
Why do I always
Have to be so slow
And the matches already
Down to his fingertips
If it’s a house
Time only for a glimpse
If a woman–
Just a single kiss
Before the shadows converge
I could be dining
Making a snowball
Having my teeth pulled
By the Pope in Rome
Or running naked over a battlefield
The one with matches
Knows and won’t say
He likes only abandoned games
Illegible cities
Great loves that go out
3. Cabbage
She was about to chop the head
In half
But I made her reconsider
By telling her:
“Cabbage symbolizes mysterious love”.
Or so said one Charles Fourier,
Who said many other strange and wonderful things,
So that people called him mad behind his back,
Whereupon I kissed the back of her neck
Ever so gently,
Whereupon she cut the cabbage in two
With a single stroke of her knife.
In half
But I made her reconsider
By telling her:
“Cabbage symbolizes mysterious love”.
Or so said one Charles Fourier,
Who said many other strange and wonderful things,
So that people called him mad behind his back,
Whereupon I kissed the back of her neck
Ever so gently,
Whereupon she cut the cabbage in two
With a single stroke of her knife.
Credits
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