When I look at this illustration, I am in awe. Pure emotions run through me as I see a mixture of innocence and destruction. The children looking at the remains of what could be their home, destroyed what may have been, due to war or some sort of natural disaster. Either way illustration is emotionally captive and inspiring even with its feeling of despair.

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This is one of those things where you stand around. With a subtle squint in your eye. And your tongue pressing against your upper lip. You think. For a few moments. Stretching it out. Because I mean. C’mon. You and I both know that pretending to think makes you seem cool, smart and sophisticated. I do it all the time. But then. Suddenly. It dawns on you. And what else can you say but………………. [ Continue Reading ]

Does everything need to be amazing? No. It can’t be. Amazing things just aren’t so amazing after a dozen or so times. But you know. There’s something worth noticing of a craft during it’s slow build. And Jen Mundy falls into this ink. [ Continue Reading ]

It’s got this street alley-brick wall feel to it. Something you’ve sorta seen before but different somehow. In a good way. It’s got this Rock-N-Rolla opening credits juju working for it. Except. With something more urban. Or inner city. I don’t really know what those things mean. Anyway. [ Continue Reading ]

You’re sitting on an airplane. Your suit. A creamy brown. The year. Sometime between 1969 and 1975. You swirl a glass of red wine before you take the final savoury sip. “What’s this,” you say. “a 1936?” The gentleman in white corrects you. “37” he says. You nod your head in acknowledgment.  He hands you a card made of gold and salutes you just before the plane hangar opens like the belly of a shark split down the middle. [ Continue Reading ]

For designer and illustrator Alexis Marcou, less is definitely translated into more. Marcou’s works are filled with life, however, it is all accomplished by recreating an 80’s minimalist retro look with a contemporary twist. [ Continue Reading ]

Gritty like the sludge collecting behind a manhole in a city where the sun never seems to break from the grime. Where everything is bleak and the buildings are towers piercing the sky. Dark and twisted with a vibe from the twenties lingering on. There are so many sights that seem like madness melting through the concrete of social sanity. Lazy eyes squinted in cigarette smoke. The corner stone of what a metropolis is on the very inside. This is the maddening world of Bill Sienkiewicz and you should only delve in if you’re not such a sensitive pussy. [ Continue Reading ]

Whether it ends up on an old music sheet, on a wooden door or clog (she’s from The Netherlands), on a photograph, or on a website page Handiedan’s handywork is gorgeous. She jumps elegantly; from collaging glamourous pinups, to haunting photos with ominous creatures, to saturating web pages with a feeling of welcome. [ Continue Reading ]