The Art Of Looking Sideways

May 29, 2014 § Leave a comment


10 years ago, The Art of Looking Sideways by Alan Fletcher was published, a seminal book contemplating the differences between pictures as words (and vice versa), the pleasing incongruities and “serious science” behind perception, process and the imagination that fills in the gaps.

The passage that follows is taken from the book relating to a few of Fletcher’s original materials, but they are just a minuscule cross-section of the prolific references – a personal compendium of visual language. The late, very great graphic designer could draw literally, rationally and metaphorically on the history of all humanized communication to excellent effect, one such quote from Goethe used by Fletcher states quite appropriately: “He who cannot draw on three thousand years is living from hand to mouth.’”

On Tools:

“As his most famous statement had it, Klee took a line for a walk. It snaked, looped, wandered off, and turned back on itself as it made its fitful journey through the worlds of his invention. A line can run dead straight, be wildly crooked, nervously wobbly, make sensuous curves or aggressive angles. It can meander, wander, track or trace. Be a scribble, doodle, scratch, hatched, dashed, dribbled or trickled. It can be precise or fuzzy, hard or soft, firm or gentle, thin or thick. It can be smudged, smeared, erased – or just fade away. You can push a line, drag it, manipulate and manoeuvre it, make it delineate, accentuate, attenuate, emphasize. A line may be imperious or modest, authoritative or servile, brutal or seductive, passive or active, weak or strong, thick or thin. A line is born, and dies, in a point.” (Frank N. Furter, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, 1975)



Just Do It!

April 22, 2014 § Leave a comment


This is re-blogged from my very  good friend Payal Patel’s blog

Truth is that I write with all my insecurities lurking nearby. What if I offend somebody? What if I have nothing to say? What if I say TOO much? What if I am not interesting enough? What if I am not real enough? What if I am TOO real? What if I am not moral enough? What if I am TOO moral? What if ….. ….? What if not … ….. …. ?? STOP!!! EXCUSUES, EXCUSES, EXCUSES!!! How in the world will you ever accomplish anything if the only thing you come up with is ……….. excuses! Aren’t you angry enough? Aren’t you tired? Aren’t you ‘tired of being sick and tired’? … Aren’t you tired of hearing the phase coming out of your mouth …. or worse …. hearing it from others and believing that it applies to you?

To the SAD and pathetic world of ‘what ifs’ and dreams that will NEVER in a million years come true… Unless of course you decide to actually ‘DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!!

FAITH WITHOUT WORKS IS DEAD FAITH Unless you decide to make a move, don’t just expect things to fall out of sky.

-Payal Patel


With a smile…

March 26, 2014 § Leave a comment


‘Tis easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows along like a song; But the man worth while is the one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A love letter to the city…

March 24, 2014 § Leave a comment


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Get Real. Get Outside

February 3, 2014 § Leave a comment

STIHL ads..

5 takeaways for every Designer

July 2, 2012 § 1 Comment

Always inspiring with jam-packed goodness, this year’s HOW Design Live Conference in Boston didn’t disappoint. Kamren Charpentier, a Missouri-based designer summarizes five interwoven key points from amazing speakers at the event, that every creative should be privy to.

Make a connection.

Be authentic.

Tell me a story.

Live and breathe creativity.

Designers : Don’t fear the code.


What would you remember

January 8, 2012 § Leave a comment

If you looked back in your  life,
What would you remember?
Life goes by before you know it,
Can you feel it pass you by..

This is one of my favorite advertisements.
The song and video are inspiring.

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