It’s World Poetry Day today and less than a week ago I decided to make yet another stressful appearance in the inboxes of my fellow illustrators. In a sugar rush, I asked 5 friends if they were interested in making some super quick drawings inspired by… poems.
5 poems I love recently landed in the magic-making hands of 5 local illustrators. Wanda, Dragoș, Anna, Andreea and Daia hosted the poems in their hearts for a week and now we're sending them into the world as delightful illustrations.
Another quick zine I managed to put together a few days ago: it’s called “readtube”. Degenerative aesthetics marked on paper with cheap fluoro wax pastels.
Dominique's memoir, "Pretending is lying", happened to be on the shelves of the bookshop a couple of days ago. Vlad put it in my arms. I was feeling tired and worried and not-in-the-mood and I-don't-have-time-for-anything-right-now. But I opened it and then I couldn't leave without it.
"Well, sir, there was an old woman up in her years whose only companion was a beautiful pear tree. It grew at the door to her cabin. But when the pears were ripe, the neighborhood boys came and taunted her and stole the fruit. They were driving her to the end of her wits.
I'm in a very complicated relationship with time. I was not born a digital citizen, but I've grown into one, as all my peers have, inevitably (those born in the '80s & '90s).
I first thought about writing this article 4 years ago, when I was freshly welcomed into the Visual Playground family. But I thought, as one does, that maybe my list would be perceived as patronizing or (hopefully) redundant – as it was supposed to mark mostly common sense advice.
Prietenii mei super pasionați și talentați, Bianca Dumitrașcu și Sorin Trăistaru, și-au unit puterile și încep propăvăduirea sfintelor taine ale Lettering-ului și Caligrafiei printre pământeni.
A flower without a name is a weed; a flower with a Latin name is somehow raised to a state of dignity. If a nettle grows on your bed, label it ‟Urtica dioica,” and you will respect it; you will even loosen the soil for it, and manure it with saltpetre.”
Finding relatable behaviours and characters and situations always strike me with an oxymoronic mix of relief, sadness, and humour. A phew, I’m not the only one. An oh, boy, this world is screwed.
Physically, Heimat is a Cabinet of Wonder. A Wunderkammer. A collection of wonderful drawings, handwritten diary-like entries, old photos, postcards, official documents - all interlaced to give birth to a flawless visual performance.

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