Robert L. Peters

28 October 2010

R.I.P…. Helen Reimer Eidse (1928-2010)

Steinbach, Manitoba

My aunt, Helen Reimer Eidse, passed on last week… I was among hundreds who attended her funeral here in Manitoba (while thousands more attended simultaneous commemorative services in various cities and communities in Congo, apparently). Having grown up on another continent, I do not, admittedly, know many of my relatives well (in no small part due to their sheer numbers)—Helen was one of my long-since-departed mother’s ten[!] siblings [eight sisters, two brothers])—though in retrospect, I do wish I had had the opportunity to know this fine woman better.

Helen Reimer graduated as a Registered Nurse in 1952, the same year she married Ben Eidse, a talented linguist (who would go on to learn nine languages and ultimately translate the Bible into Chokwe, a Bantu language spoken by nearly 1 million in central Africa, and today the lingua franca of eastern Angola). Fueled by faith-inspired passion to make a positive difference where it was most needed, she gave her heart and a lifetime of service to the people of Congo, where for decades she ran a dispensary, a tuberculosis ward, and a leprosarium (where she administered groundbreaking cures for leprosy in the 1970s), while also bearing and raising four daughters: Hope, Faith, Charity, and Grace (yes it’s true… my cousins).

Among accomplishments far too numerous to list here, she ended up directing a total of 24 clinics, solicited medicinal donations from major pharmaceutical companies for her African charges, delivered over 100 babies per year, and introduced a nutritious strain of multi-colored beans (initially as a single handful to help the lepers in her colony at Kamayala as a simple, practical means for them to grow a nutritious cash crop—and today reportedly selling by the tonnes and one of the most popular offerings in the produce markets of Kinshasha, sub-Saharan Africa’s second largest city [with a population of over 10 million], about 600km from the location of the legumes’ first introduction near the Angolan border)—these are now known across the western Congo as “Mama Eidse beans.” Small wonder then that she is known in that long-embattled country as “Congo’s Mother Theresa.”

After Helen and Ben returned to Steinbach “to retire,” her home became a haven for the elderly, the homeless, and numerous foster children. It’s said that Helen read the newspaper differently from other people, with an eye for those with hurting hearts and broken lives—she called and visited parents whose children had been arrested, driving them to court and sitting with them during trials, and becoming an advocate for “juvenile delinquents” who had no one else to support them. Frugal to the nth degree, this fine woman would reportedly put even the most dedicated of today’s dumpster-divers to shame when it comes to active recycling, re-using, and re-purposing for the benefit of have-nots.

In 1995, Helen suffered a major stroke that confined her to a wheelchair for the ensuing 15 years—though this could not stop her from the prolonged and attentive listening to, singing with, laughing with, and prayer with (and for) all she would encounter. (At the funeral, my aunt Grace Warkentin, Helen’s younger sister, confided that Helen had recently expressed that “she was good and ready to leave this ‘cage of a body’ at any time”)… to which I can only reply: May you fly free and high, with the wings of the angel you seemingly have always been!

Two days after the funeral, I was very pleased to finally spend several hours in heart-felt face-to-face conversation with my cousin Faith Eidse, who had come up from Florida for her mother’s funeral. I’ve posted about Faith previously here—(she’s an award-winning writer, among other accomplishments)—I thought it appropriate to share a short piece that Faith wrote for Rhubarb Magazine here that sets a suitable context for remembering her amazing mother Helen…

Stay good, Menno homies near and far…


26 October 2010

Glaciers, from below…

below the ice…

I’ve experienced the great privilege of spending time both on and underneath glaciers (in the Swiss and Austrian Alps, as well as in the Canadian Rockies)… but my own photos pale in comparison to the work of Portland-based photographer Eric Guth, who has seemingly made it his mission to track down the most spectacular glacial caves underneath massive, slow-moving bodies of (mostly) alpine ice. Eric has been known to spend days and nights in freezing temperatures in pursuit of spectacular images.

Read more about Eric Guth and his work here(Thanks to climber friend Gerald Brandt for the link).


22 October 2010

Show a little tenderness…

(In real time, as I was posting the above, colleague Kathryn Lancashire in Vancouver posted this link to the GDC Listserv… can you spell synchronicity?)


20 October 2010

JR… giving slums a human face.

Paris, France

J R creates pervasive art that spreads uninvited on buildings of Parisian slums, on walls in the Middle East, on broken bridges in Africa or in favelas in Brazil. People in the exhibit communities, those who often live with the bare minimum, discover something absolutely unnecessary but utterly wonderful. And they don’t just see it, they make it. Elderly women become models for a day; kids turn into artists for a week. In this art scene, there is no stage to separate the actors from the spectators… (from TED, read more here)

Last night, the TED conference announced that it planned to give its annual $100,000 prize for 2011—awarded in the past to figures like Bill Clinton, Bono and the biologist E. O. Wilson—to the Parisian street artist known as J R, a shadowy figure who has made a name for himself by plastering colossal photographs in downtrodden neighborhoods around the world. The images usually extol local residents, to whom he has become a Robin Hood-like hero… (from today’s New York Times, read more here)

From the slums of Kenya to the Paris banlieues, the guerilla photographer J R aims to put a human face to the most impoverished areas of the world. Just don’t ask him who he is… (from The Guardian, read more here)


19 October 2010

谢谢 | Thank you!

Taipei, Taiwan

Two weeks ago today, Evelin and I returned from a ten-day trip that took us (for a few days) to Macau and Hong Kong, en route to nearly a week in Taiwan. I’d been invited to serve as a juror of the 2010 Taiwan International Student Design Competition and to provide a presentation as a part of the International Design Masters Lecture Series—and it was Ev’s first chance to visit these non-mainland-Chinese lands. Needless to say, we had a fantastic time… a huge 谢谢 (Thanks!) goes out to our hosts and organizers: Apex Lin, Pang-Soon; Melvyn Liao, Wei-Ming; and Alice Chen of the Cultural & Creative Industries Center, National Taiwan Normal University; as well of course to Lilin Hsu of the Xue Xue Institute (for providing her amazing venue).

After a 13-hour night-flight from Vancouver we landed on Chek Lap Kok island in the Pearl River Delta (the new Hong Kong International Airport), from where we boarded a speedy Turbo-jet hydrofoil ferry across the South China Sea to the ancient, former-Portuguese-colony, and now Special Administrative Region of Macau. Once there, we spent the next 24 hours of jet-lagged time adjusting to (or attempting to) the 13-hour time difference—primarily by wandering the chaotic streets of what is, statistically, the most densely populated city-nation on earth (18,534 persons per km², compared to the meager 3.38 persons per km² that we enjoy here in Canada). As both glittery casinos and shopping are of little interest to either Ev or myself, we enjoyed our brief time in Macau wandering the undulating streets and alleyways (replete with period architecture and Portuguese patterned cobble-stones) and, of course, people-watching.

The next day we boarded another speedy Turbo-jet to Hong Kong Island (about 40 minutes, navigating between ocean-going container ships, deluxe cabin cruisers, and ancient Chinese fishing junks and trawlers). After a refreshing snooze in our west-end hotel, we availed ourselves of what is indubitably HK’s best-value passive entertainment—an island-wide traverse (and back) atop a double-deck streetcar (for a mere 30 cents per person). The following day, we took the metro to Kowloon, spent a few obligatory hours in the deep-discount “Mongkok Ladies’ Market” (boasting the highest population density in the world, according to the Guinness World Records, with 130,000 persons per km²) as well as the adjacent tech-district (hard as this may be to grasp, neither of us spent a penny—go figure), before enjoying several delightful hours in the Hong Kong Museum of Art. Scorching temperatures in the high 30s (C°, with almost 100% humidity) along with lingering jet-lag left us understandably less than super-energetic… so we did, admittedly, spend a fair bit of time in oblivious R&R.

Taipei is less than a two-hour flight from Hong Kong, and we were delighted to be picked up at the airport by the lovely Enrica, the very helpful interpreter and guide who had been assigned to me for the week. We’d been booked into luxurious boutique accommodations at the Hotel Éclat which featured original art by the likes of Salvador Dali, Andy Warhol, Yin Jun, and Gao Xiao Wu, to name a few. Design jury activities were at the exquisite Xue Xue Institute (with a great view of the Taipei 101 tower [the world’s tallest, until earlier this year] just across the river)—we greatly enjoyed fellowship with our hosts, fellow jurors, and some old friends from my previous visits to Taiwan, as well as the variety of delicious dinner outings arranged as part of our week’s activities (honestly, I have not eaten so much since my last visit to Taiwan late in 2009). Official tours included the amazing National Palace Museum (home to an enormous treasure trove of cultural artifacts from the Sung, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties) as well as visits to several contemporary art exhibitions.

On Sunday, the day before we departed Taipei, Enrica (along with her father’s chauffeur, in a shiny new Mercedes) accompanied us on a day-long sortie to various obscure flea markets, and then south to Yingge Township, famous for its ceramic production and home to the Taipei County Yingge Ceramics Museum (undoubtedly the trip highlight for Ev). Our final evening in Taipei we met up with Enrica and Alice Chen again for an enjoyable amble through the Shilin Night Market.

Images, from top to bottom: A departing Turbo-jet ferry; densely-packed housing in Macau (photo from our hotel window); one of dozens of traditional apothecaries we encountered (I love the absence of unnecessary packaging); graffiti on a Macau wall; a double-deck tram-ride in Hong Kong; the Star Ferry crossing Victoria Harbour to Kowloon; art by Gao Xiao Wu in our hotel lobby; the Taipei 101 tower (photo from the Xue Xue Institute); jury selection; with fellow jurors in the Visual Design category, from L to R, Qing-Yang Xiao, moi, Richard Henderson, Kyoji Kotani, and Ching-wen Chen; Ev at the ceramics museum in Yingge; and, our lovely and ever-enthusiastic guide/interpreter Enrica with project manager Alice Chen “shilling shoes” at the night market.


17 October 2010

The man who believes in storks…

Buenos Aires, Argentina

(translated from an article by Marina Gambier for La Nación)

Over the last 50 years, Ronald Shakespear and his team have made their mark on the city: almost everything that you see in Buenos Aires is their work, from street names to signage at hospital maternity rooms.

From behind the counter at her candy store, “Los Tres Soles,” Gladys answers the same question fifteen times a day: “Excuse me, Madame: Is this street Bonifacio? Where is Calasanz? Is it that way?”

“You are now at the corner of Bonifacio and Calasanz,” answers Gladys, who has been “moonlighting” as a tour guide for the last five years, ever since someone took away the street name signs from that neighborhood corner as a souvenir.

This kind of thing, which happens quite often in Buenos Aires, makes Ronald Shakespear sad. Back in 1971, along with his then business partner, architect Guillermo Gonzalez Ruiz, Shakespear designed a street signage system that was capable of leading people to their destination without the need to ask for directions. The first Visual Plan for Buenos Aires succeeded in bringing order to the urban information landscape, thus making life easier for people.

That goal has been an inspiration for Diseño Shakespear, a firm that has been transforming public spaces for the last 50 years through signage projects featuring a simple visual language and pure fonts. From institutional billboards to logos for several major brands, it is no overstatement to say that the streets of Buenos Aires look the way Shakespear designed them to look.

Their most significant project is probably the signage system for the local subway network, which was developed over more than a decade, after in-depth research into the needs, habits and likings of nearly two million users who ride the various subway lines on a daily basis.

The Shakespear look, however, is also present in the hallways of local hospitals (which he designed along with his brother Raul), in storefronts, banks, courier companies, shopping malls, museums, parks and even soccer stadiums, all over the country. A complete display of those symbols, from tollbooth signs to the little yellow hands that designate taxicab stops, decorates the walls of his study in San Isidro, where a team works under the leadership of his children Lorenzo, Juan and Barbara. Ronald says that they are his bosses now.

Paidos publishing house has just republished his book “Señal de Diseño. Memoria de la Práctica,” where this suspender-wearing, pipe-smoking pioneer of Latin American design who speaks with florid irony, reflects on the need to listen to people, the basis of any creative process.

Is any branch of your family related to the author of Hamlet?

My last name is spelled without the final “e.” When I was in England, however, I had access to some documents of William Shakespeare and I saw several different spellings of his last name.

I was born in Rosario and I am a fourth-generation Argentinean. My father and my grandfather were born here. I know that one branch of the family first arrived in Argentina in 1850. I have met other Shakespears in the United States. There are a few Shakespears in Buenos Aires including my sons and daughters.

Have you worked on any public space projects in Rosario?

I visit my hometown all the time. I have a friend in Santa Fe: Governor Hermes Binner. Whenever I go see him, we go to the river shore and eat pejerrey [a local river fish]. Binner is a very intelligent man and an urban strategist, who has changed Rosario and is now doing his job in a province that has a lot of problems. Rosario is a big city, with a lot of traffic in the downtown area, and it is not easy for users to move around the city. There is a signage problem at bus stops and on the buses themselves.

There is a need for clearer signage regarding destinations, routes and bus stops; also, more shelters are needed at bus stops, because people get wet whenever it rains. There is a lot of construction work going on in Rosario.

My studio did several private-sector works, such as Alto Rosario and the Municipal Bank. Unfortunately, we have not done any work in public spaces in Rosario yet. This type of work demands respect for the people and the local history.

When did you first become interested in urban spaces?

Urban spaces attracted my attention early on, as I discovered that they were a healthy medium for images, because they remain. It may be narcissistic or selfish on my part, but I have always been concerned about the ephemeral nature of my work.

The two things that do remain are brands and of course signs. My first signage project was the Visual Plan for Buenos Aires, back in 1971. It included pedestrian, vehicle and regulatory signs in the city. At that time, street signs were blue plates that were stuck onto walls. The traffic signs were made by the city’s Transit Authority, and they were illegible.

We proposed to the Mayor’s office to change their design. The Mayor was an accountant, a smart man who believed in us and with whom we had a good rapport from the very beginning. We found out a Maintenance Office that was located on Bullrich Avenue. Thousands of our street signs were manufactured there, with the help of the Public Works Secretary. They were implemented in 1972; this was a job that I did with my then business partner, architect Guillermo Gonzalez Ruiz, and a great team.

The city was neater then; visual pollution was not so bad. Was that a factor in your design?

I was born in 1941 and my family moved to Buenos Aires in 1945. I am a “rosarino” in exile. I remember there used to be very little advertising on the streets. As a result, it is true that visual pollution was low. When we started working on our Subway project 14 years ago, the big problem in terms of signage—both inside subway stations and outside on the street—was the visual attack of advertising stimuli, which had taken over the whole city. That deteriorates the environment to the point that clear and direct communication related to public services becomes difficult: it has to compete with advertising. That forced us to create a location strategy that enabled the signs to break through the surrounding visual “noise.”

What was the problem with the old signage system?

Traffic signs had been made by the city’s Transit Authority. They were illegible, ridiculously small, and a number of different fonts had been used in them. One single sign would include lower and upper case letters, italics, bold letters, etc. The Transit Authority people were engineers; they were experts where transit was concerned. They had a lot of experience in this field. They knew how to build roads, but when it came to communication, they were in trouble.

Luckily, no one gets lost in Buenos Aires. It is an orthogonal city where circulation is easy. It is not like London, Paris or Rome. In any case, it is more like New York City; Third Avenue comes right after Fourth Avenue, and so on. An orthogonal plan guaranties some order.

How can you make the city understandable for so many different users?

We defined our mission as “making the city legible.” I travel a lot to the United States as a lecturer. I have to admit that is my means of livelihood. I have given lectures in 32 different cities around the world. There is a lot of fantasy about public signage; a lot of people talk about a theory of public wayfinding, but very few people have actually worked on it. We ran tests and conducted focus groups on signage systems. Two different prototypes were built for the subway network; we then conducted a public test in order to determine any flaws; we wanted to know what it was that people could not understand.

And what was that?

People will say wonderful things. If you are capable of listening to people, they will respond. It is about being humble: you have to step down from your pedestal. In the case of the subway, we worked with two focus groups comprised of 300 people each, because we wanted to define, for instance, the issue of colors.

Ever since 1913, the colors that identified the various subway lines had been hidden or barely suggested in the old subway stations. We put those colors at every subway entrance. We did that because people would tell us: “I always ride the blue line; I ride the green line; I ride the red line…”

Users establish a connection with the subway line they ride: that is the source of communication. I was at Boca Juniors stadium when Diego Maradona played his last soccer match, and I remember one huge banner that I saw there: “If Diego played a game in heaven, I would die to go see him.” And these people are not designers or semiotics experts. That is why I insist that one can be a designer, but not if one does not know how to listen…

Cities are dynamic. They change constantly, and there are new users all the time. Does design gradually become obsolete?

I believe there is an aging process, but people are cleverer and move faster, because there is so much imagery around us, that people’s perception changes day after day. You need to develop a strategy to compete with advertising. One important factor when it comes to signage is predictability. People should know that the signs are there, that they will always find them there, and that the signs will solve their problems. That comes as a result of the use of sequences. That is to say, signs will pop up in sequence, just like Hansel and Gretel’s crumbs, and will guide users. Their presence can be predicted; a dialogue is established. If that can be done, the rest is just about designing the signs themselves, their iconic structure and a reasonably adequate color so that signs will serve their purpose and the semiotic circle will be complete.

Can you see Hansel and Gretel’s crumbs in Buenos Aires? Is the city’s signage predictable that way?

Not always. The street signs we designed are still there; yet, a few years ago, ads were posted on them. That is tantamount to betraying users, who have paid their taxes and have a right to be informed. It is also an attack on perception, because the information that is placed in the top portion of the sign will prevail over the one at the bottom, where the actual street name is written. I said this to a former Mayor once, and he said: “That is the way of the world now” and he pulled a photograph out of a drawer: it was a photograph of a former President of Argentina wearing a soccer team shirt that read “Yamaha.”

Have you ever got lost in any city?

I got lost in Venice once. It is not a bad thing to get lost in Venice for a little while: it is usually charming.

But one should solve the problem in the best possible way. I like it when old ladies reach their destination. My mom died last year at the age of 99. She used to ride the subway until she was 75 years old, and she was my toughest critic. Whenever she did not understand something, she would call me on the phone to complain about it.

The old subway map was very curious; it was upside down. It was vertical instead of horizontal. We made it horizontal; who writes vertically? The Chinese do, Asian peoples do.

Do you think that new technologies, social networks and new reading devices are going to change graphic codes? For instance, do you think that all the information in the subway will be displayed on a screen at some point in the future?

That is already happening in some places. We worked on Dot shopping mall, where signs are digital, because that is cheaper, quicker and especially because things change so often inside a shopping mall that a medium is needed that will have the ability to reflect those changes immediately. If one store moves, closes down, or another store opens, those facts are communicated immediately. And users learn about them immediately.

Does that force designers to change traditional design?

In England, for instance, they are replacing fixed signs with digital signs. A computer will send out signs for rainy days, sudden braking, high temperature, accident warnings. That is to say, signs about contingencies, changing circumstances that cannot be communicated through fixed signs. I think it is working for them and the cost is reasonably low: in the end, it is just some wiring. But I believe that no one can or will be able to do without the alphabet.

What I do believe is changing now is pictogram management, that is to say, post-linguistic codes. There are a number of them, and they are not always clear. Words are irreplaceable, except for a few codes such as “wrong way,” “do not enter,” “not a through street,” “stop,” and “danger,” which are universal. All others have some kind of problem and call for a verbal explanation to be placed next to them. Yet, it took humankind several centuries to learn 28 signs in the alphabet; it would be reasonable to give pictograms the same opportunity. It is not so easy to decode a pictogram.

For instance, we once developed a signage system to be used in all city hospitals. When the Director of Durand Hospital saw the maternity ward sign, he told me: “Mr. Shakespear, you must know that babies are not brought by a stork!”

He was deadly serious when he said it. And yet, that was the most successful sign in the system. A woman who is about to give birth is not sick. On the contrary, she is about to do the most important thing in her life. They asked for more signs, and we had them printed on big panes of glass: apparently, people do believe that babies are brought by a stork. And so do I.

Hospital signage must be sensitive work. If you arrive at the hospital feeling sick and you cannot find your way about…

Yes, there are hospitals where people are really upset when they first get there. We developed an eighteen-symbol code: neonatology, surgery… It was a big job and we learned a lot. It was very rewarding as well, because I believe in intangible things: things that happen later.

Signs are supposed to help people live better. If design does not help people live better, it is no good at all. And the truth is, I feel satisfied when I see people use our designs and understand them.

You are now designing wine labels. Is it harder to communicate a brand than it is to communicate an urban sign?

The goal is more commercial, but we told the client that the problem is not just about the label: the bottle makes a difference as well. I think it is time to change for new bottles. We are running an experiment in supermarkets: that is where the contact happens. And it is all about impulse purchases.

We are now working on six new shopping malls that are keeping us very busy. I do not buy at supermarkets much, anyway.

You don’t? Not even wine?

I am not big about shopping. There is nothing that I want, other than my music and my books. My main interests are my lectures and my students.

That is my way of giving back.

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© LA NACION (read this original piece online in Spanish, with additional imagery, here)

Contrary to what some may think, Ronald Shakespear does not pay me to post stories about his design exploits on this blog (well, other than the odd case of Argentinian wine, that is… hint, hint). Yes, he’s been a friend for many years… but above all, I believe that his open, direct, humanist, and very “civil” approach to design is exemplary—and as such, is worth highlighting.


15 October 2010

City maps made of type only…

Hewitt, Texas (USA)

“Most city maps are insufferably hard to read. Street names are never big enough, map keys are too complicated, and neighborhoods are rarely delineated; you could wander into the heart of West Oakland and never know it, if not for the symphony of Glocks going off around the corner.

A clutch of city maps by the Hewitt, Texas-based cartography firm Axis Maps offers a clever solution. The maps use typography as the sole visual clue. So, everything from streets and highways to parks and waterways are labeled with text. The bigger the thoroughfare or the landmark, the bigger the words. So far they have maps of Chicago and Boston; New York, SF, and DC are coming up.” (Examples of the Chicago map are shown above).

Read more about these clever maps here. Thanks to typophile friend Matt Warburton for the link.


10 October 2010

All you need is love.

Liverpool, England

Yesterday marked 70 years since the birth of John Lennon (1940-1980), a talented activist/misfit and empathetic non-conformist with a burning passion for peace and world unity. Nearly thirty years have passed since John was murdered on a New York street—yet his influence and “presence” continue to loom large…

Here are a few quotes by the former Beatle…

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Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.

If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there’d be peace.

All we are saying is give peace a chance.

If someone thinks that love and peace is a cliche that must have been left behind in the Sixties, that’s his problem. Love and peace are eternal.

Imagine all the people living life in peace. You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us, and the world will be as one.

Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.

I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?

We’ve got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can’t just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it’s going to get on by itself. You’ve got to keep watering it. You’ve got to really look after it and nurture it.

My role in society, or any artist’s or poet’s role, is to try and express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all.

A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.


8 October 2010

To be is to do.

East Prussia, c. 1800…

For whatever reason, Kant has loomed large on my landscape of late (uncanny, but I seem to encounter links or references to this thoughtful and eminently humanist 18th-century German philosopher at every turn). Following, a few more quotables from this epistemological pundit…

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All our knowledge begins with the senses, proceeds then to the understanding, and ends with reason. There is nothing higher than reason.

Always recognize that human individuals are ends, and do not use them as means to your end.

Experience without theory is blind, but theory without experience is mere intellectual play.

He who is cruel to animals becomes hard also in his dealings with men.

We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.

If man makes himself a worm he must not complain when he is trodden on.

In law a man is guilty when he violates the rights of others. In ethics he is guilty if he only thinks of doing so.

Ingratitude is the essence of vileness.

It is beyond a doubt that all our knowledge begins with experience.

(the ultimate existentialist manifesto?)

It is not God’s will merely that we should be happy, but that we should make ourselves happy.

Metaphysics is a dark ocean without shores or lighthouse, strewn with many a philosophic wreck.

Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life.

Thoughts without content are empty, intuitions without concepts are blind.


3 October 2010

Retro collage…

Vienna, Austria

I was pleased to come across some great collage illustration today by Marek Haiduk, a talented German illustrator now living and working in Vienna. (Reminds me quite a bit of the work done by Cristiana Couceiro as well as Julien Pacaud… nicely done!)


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