The mountains seduce in their apathy and grandeur pose. Reflections from a trek in the northern Indian state of Uttarakhand climbing to a golden meadow in perfect October light, cold nights and sun kissed days.
Night; after a rain, the pavement glistens and reflects the light emmitting from the kiosks and shops that line this particular intersection just south of Mitte. Awash with the black and scatly clad forms waiting sometimes for hours to enter what the time elapse pay off, one of Berlin's famous techno clubs. From time to time I've spent my time in the row, patient, for the decadence within.
What thoughts we hold? Those we express those we never do. Where are we in a moment? Amused, Listless, Apathtic, are we content, in the moment, or do the words of Kurt Cobain echo through our mind as we pull a drag?
Tristeza is a Portuguese word meaning sorrow. It was created while staying on a really hot day in Bangalore, India. I wouldn't say I felt Tristeza that day or any day, but the subject in the painting possibly was.
In a digital universe not so far away, where dark patterns rear like a many headed hydra and pop-ups roam free… One designer dares to ask the most important question of our time:
“Wait… does this solve the user's problem?”
Or what happens when 2 designers stumble upon a whiteboard...
