nighttime story 2

my book from the sketchbook project came in! i'll be sending it back to new york city in january, where it will go on display in the brooklyn library and some lucky fool or two will be able to check out and read my musings on the theme 'nighttime stories'. the book will be a graphic documentation of my dreams a la carl jung (or carol yun as she's known in these quarters). of course my first order of business was to hand-letter the cover.

confessions from the workroom

truth, a good portion of my design hours are spent trolling the internet for visual inspiration. today's theme was mc escher, medieval churches, and vintage board games. my wanderings led me to conclude that parcheesi is *the* paramount board game for graphic designers, followed closely by chinese checkers. however, my favorite game as a child was always candyland, and if i could live in the following warm toned roygbiv paradise, i totally would.

animal logic

i had some free time at work today so i made a 4-color honeycomb pattern and overlaid it over an image of brasilian favelas, the which i had studied in city planning 101 as an example of population density and the immense economy of the poor. this is just a sketch, one as much about homes, warm colors, synergy, as it is about my recent discovery that my father spends his free time looking at maps. i am a true daughter of a civil engineer.

show and tell

i was recently commissioned by one of my friends to design a guitar paint job (not to actually paint the guitar, thank goodness). this is the final sketch and i'm pretty well pleased. can't wait to actually see the guitar!



it was no doubt inspired by 3 things:

1. the recent performance of florence and the machine that i had caught at coachella.


2. a vintage cover of salinger's catcher in the rye (this is the part where i admit to perusing bookcoverarchive.com at least once a week).


3. pablo neruda's poema 13, which is excerpted in the inscription.

Entre los labios y la voz, algo se va muriendo.
Algo con alas de pájaro, algo de angustia y de olvido.
Así como las redes no retienen el agua.

Between the lips and the voice, something goes dying.
Something with wings of a bird, something of anguish and forgetting.
Similar to the way that nets don't retain water.

in case you were wondering about the thought process of a designer!