Author: Frank Artinghard

When I began this project, I was full of gusto — that bright, nervous energy that comes from believing you might actually make something that matters. But as the days have gone on, I’ve found myself searching for new ways to move it forward without losing its integrity.

Fortunately, the work has found company. One John Morton has taken inspiration from the silhouette of Donald Trump that anchors The Trump Letter and incorporated it into two striking poster designs — one shown above, another below.

He has created five designs in total, all freely available to download and reproduce as signs, stickers, or whatever medium suits your purpose. You can find them [here].

While I’ve made larger versions of The Trump Letter, I must admit — scaling up a letter does not necessarily make it a sign. And as much as I like to think of myself as a solitary creature, the truth is that good art rarely survives isolation. The Trump Letter was never meant to be an ending — it’s a starting point.

I would very much like to hear from you. If you have ideas, comments, or suggestions for how to expand this work — or if you’ve created your own variation — please share it in the comments below or write to me directly at frank@frankartinghard.com.

Thank you.

— FRANK

An opening set of Trump Letter slides now drifts into the digital stream, ready for your social feeds. My true hope is that people will take the time to download and print the letter, to let it live as paper in the physical world where it must be handled. Yet I cannot deny the era we inhabit—an age where our words and images are more often carried by light than by ink.

Political art. I do not often admire it. Not because I am indifferent, but because it so often takes the easy road. Easy is rarely worth the journey. And yet, sometimes, the occasion demands it.

It is simple to mock the surface: the hair, the orange hue, the rumors of smallness in hands and elsewhere. Such gestures may relieve our tension, but they are hollow victories, fireworks in a storm. The truth is heavier. Donald Trump is contemptible without caricature. Misogyny, cruelty toward the disabled, a torrent of lies that flow as naturally as breath. And lately, the suggestion that the First Amendment itself should be rescinded when it dares to point in his direction.

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Ah, bonjour, mes amis! What a curious utterance that echoes through the digital corridors of our modern age: “Hello, World!”

How intriguing it is, n’est-ce pas? This simple phrase, a beacon of initiation into the realms of programming and blogging alike. The inaugural whisper into the expanse of cyberspace. In its modesty lies a symbolism—a gateway to infinite possibilities.

I cannot help but marvel at the resonance of these words. “Hello, World!”—a greeting not just to the computer screen, but to the universe itself. It is a declaration of presence, a proclamation of existence in this tapestry of interconnectedness.

Beyond its surface charm, “Hello, World!” carries a weight. It is the starting point of creation, the genesis of ideas translated into binary form. It marks the moment when the intangible becomes tangible, when thoughts materialize into lines of code or prose.

And yet, for all its ubiquity, “Hello, World!” retains a je ne sais quoi. It is imbued with a sense of anticipation, a promise of discovery beyond the unknown. Each time it is uttered, it heralds a new journey.

So let us, dear friends, embrace the spirit of “Hello, World!” Let us revel in its simplicity and marvel at its complexity. For in this humble greeting, we find not just a starting point, but a celebration of the endless possibilities that lie ahead.

Thank you for joining me on this journey. Hello, World.