Good art has the power to move us beyond our normal modalities. In this particular case, our experience of letters —the elemental units of words and thoughts— just might mutate, or perhaps merely shift, ever so subtly, after exploring Andreas Müller’s For All Seasons.

Similar to Maeda’s calendar work these typographical forays into the four seasons are a wonderful answer to the melancholy of a rainy, cold, windy autumn day.