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Eric Lacombe, a graphic designer, digital artist, and painter, delves into the depths of human emotion through his work. His artistry is a journey into melancholy, a sentiment often perceived as negative but is an inevitable part of the human experience.
Compared to the energetic buzz of Tokyo, the city of Kyoto still operates at a satisfyingly measured hum, retaining much more than a veneer of the country’s deep seated traditions, crafts, and history. It is a city where heritage still survives in spite of the encroachment of contemporary conveniences and technologies, and where the history of many businesses can be measured in decades…or even more than a century.
AI. There isn’t a corner of the design world not talking about artificial intelligence–what it means for humans in the creative process, how it will change intellectual property protections/concerns, and whether it reflects–not corrects our oh-so-human biases. The conversations are happening in the philosophical realm, industry-wide, and at the production level at design studios such as Athens-based brand.new.
It’s an interesting moment for artist Jacob Hashimoto. For nearly three decades, his kite-constructed works have captivated viewers with a fusion of meticulous hand-craftsmanship and the optical effect of digital pixels. His wall works often consist of six suspended layers of circular paper and bamboo “kites” that obscure as much as they reveal, shifting with every footstep. His newest exhibition
Sketcher Press is the love child of Gabriel “Gabi” Campanario and all the illustrators who are given the chance to compile their work under his self-funded imprint. “I love the power of drawing as a storytelling medium,” says Campanario, who launched Sketcher Press in 2022, but whose interest in publishing has overlapped with a decades-long career as a journalist and newspaper artist.
Looking down over the Chiltern valleys these converted old kennels provided us with a unique opportunity to develop a garden that looked both in and out.
Not only was the natural landscape breathtaking, but standing like henges in the surrounding fields are a succession of elaborate brick gate posts, headstones to a long-lost manor of the Craven family, which once dominated the landscape, now consumed like Shelley’s Ozymandius, these remnants the only sign.