Weißt du, was ein richtig gutes Briefing ausmacht? Oder: Wie briefe ich meine Grafikdesignerin? Hast du dir schon einmal Gedanken über die Qualität eines Briefings gemacht? Wie beauftrage ich überhaupt eine Grafikerin und was muss ich ihr zu Beginn einer Zusammenarbeit über mich erzählen? Jeder Design-Auftrag beginnt mit einem mehr oder weniger guten Briefing durch den Kunden an
Bei Marco und Felix gibt es diese Woche eine Anleitung, wie ihr es schafft Vorlagen für die Bildkomposition auf dem Display der Kamera zu bekommen.
Le designer suédois Daniel Carlmatz fait preuve d'une créativité débordante ! Son dernier projet consiste à jouer avec les mots pour créer des typographies illustrées qui révèlent le sens des mots en un clin d'oeil. Un projet fou avec lequel il a animé son compte Instagram pendant un an.
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Le graphiste américain Randy Lewis va vous surprendre par ses créations déjantées dans lesquelles il mixe tout et n'importe quoi pour perturber nos sens.
About The Artwork The title Fran refers to a dog I had years ago named Francisco. The dog, a whippet breed, lived with me for many years until it got sick and died. Dogs are faithful and inseparable friends. When my first daughter was born, Francisco was already among us. She lived with him until she grew up. This artwork is a tribute to the kind personality of this animal that brought so much joy to my home at that time. Drawing: digital - giclée print Paper: Hahnemühle Photo Rag 308gsm (certificate) Copies: 10 hand-signed by artist and numbered in front (certificate os authenticity / holographic stamp) Original Created:2023 Subjects:Dogs Materials:Paper Styles:FigurativeFolkIllustrationPop ArtPortraiture Mediums:Giclée Details & Dimensions Print:Giclee on Fine Art Paper Size:9 W x 12 H x 0.1 D in Size with Frame:14.25 W x 17.25 H x 1.2 D in Frame:White Ready to Hang:Yes Packaging:Ships in a Box Shipping & Returns Delivery Time:Typically 5-7 business days for domestic shipments, 10-14 business days for international shipments. Handling:Ships in a box. Art prints are packaged and shipped by our printing partner. Ships From:Printing facility in California. Have additional questions? Please visit our help section or contact us.
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Die Ausstellung »100 beste Plakate 15« feiert in Berlin Premiere. Ein Muss – und für alle, die es nicht schaffen, hier unser Best-of! ● Endlich kann man sie live sehen: Die »100 besten Plakate 15« aus Deutschland, Österreich und der Schweiz. Nach einer Vorauswahl aus über...
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Entdecke das perfekte Dackel-Poster für alle Hundefreunde und Humor-Liebhaber: Mit dem charmanten Schriftzug "Hereingedackelt" sorgt dieser Dackel Kunstdruck für ein herzliches Willkommen in jedem Zuhause. Ideal für Dackelliebhaber, Tierfreunde und jeden, der seine Besucher mit einem Lächeln empfangen möchte. Dieses humorvolle Plakat verleiht deinem Eingangsbereich, Wohnzimmer oder sogar deinem Bad eine fröhliche Note und macht es zum Gesprächsthema. Ein Muss für alle, die den besonderen Charme der Dackel zu schätzen wissen und ihre vierbeinigen Freunde lieben. Und vergiss nicht: Wenn ein echter Dackel hereindackelt, bereite ihm mit viel Liebe und Streicheleinheiten einen herzlichen Empfang! Hol dir jetzt dieses einzigartige Dackel-Poster und bringe Freude und Lächeln in dein Zuhause.
Tishk Barzanjiprinted on Giclée Hahnemühle Photo Rag
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Ok, ich gebe es zu. Man sollte schon ein bischen Erfahrung haben und vor allem innere RUHE Ganz so schlimm ist es nicht, aber schon vorteilhaft und somit mein Tipp: Unbedingt die Zopfstränge auf Backpapier füllen und flechten, damit man den Zopf nicht mehr anfassen oder umlegen muß. Aber erst mal die Zutaten: Hefeteig: 500g Mehl 100g Zucker 1 Pr. Salz 1 Ei 1 Würfel Hefe ca. 250 ml lauwarme Milch etwas Zitronenschale (ich hab 250g Glutano Mix it hell und 250g Schär Brotmehlmix hell benutzt) Füllung: 250g Quark 400ml Milch 1 Eigelb 1 Tüte Vanillepudding Pulver 30g Puderzucker für auf den Zopf: 50g Butter 50g Zucker 1 P. Mandelblätter 7 Eßl. Sahne zum einstreichen 1 Eigelb 8 Eßl Sahne Hefeteig Mehl in eine Schüssel geben und eine Mulde in die Mitte drücken Hier die Hefe rein bröseln, 1 Tl. Zucker zugeben und mit etwas Milch und einer Gabel zu einem zähflüssigen Brei verrühren. Schüssel mit einem feuchten Tuch abdecken und für 15 Min ruhen lassen Danach die restlichen Zutaten zugeben, die Restmilch immer schluckweise, bis der Teig sich vom Schüsselrand löst. Füllung 300ml Milch zum kochen bringen, 100ml Milch mit 1 Eigelb und dem Puddingpulver verrühren und in die kochende Milch geben und verrühren. Frischhaltefolie sofort auf den heißen Pudding drücken (so verhindert man die Hautbildung) und den Pudding abkühlen lassen Wenn er kalt ist, mit Quark und Puderzucker verrühren Hefeteig zu einem ca. 45 x 45 cm großen Quadrat ausrollen und in 3 Streifen von je 15 cm schneiden. Die Puddingfüllung in einen Spritzbeutel geben und jeweils auf die Mitte der Streifen verteilen. Eigelb mit Sahne mischen und die Ränder der Streifen einstreichen. Die Ränder jeweils über die Mitte der Füllung zusammenklappen und aus den so gewonnen 3 Strängen vorsichtigen einen Zopf flechten. Unter einem feuchten Tuch 30 Min. gehen lassen. Backofen auf 180 Grad vorheitzen Hefezopf mit Sahne-Ei-Mischung komplett einstreichen und dann für 40 Min. bei Ober-Unterhitze backen 50g Zucker, 50g Butter und Mandelblättchen im Topf erhitzen und 1 Min. sprudelnd aufkochen. Nach den 40 Min. Backzeit auf den Zopf geben und weite 10 Min backen
My name is LaDawna and I am a crazy cat lady :) My interests are pretty eclectic, I love quilting, embroidery and lots of crafty stuff. I also love books and art. Purrfect Stitchers is the name of my Etsy shop. I have all kinds of handmade quilts, embroidery, sewing supplies and some awesome...
antoniolupi’s cristalmood material crafts translucent sculptural, light bathroom furnishings of poetic juxtapositions.
Du willst mit Canva tolle Pin Designs (und Social Media Grafiken) erstellen? Hier kommt deine Schritt für Schritt Anleitung - inkl. Video!
A summer storm over the dramatic peaks of the Hautes Savoie. Best viewed on black. I would like to remind everyone who is interested in my work that this summer I will be conducting a workshop in the Italian Dolomites as a co-leader with Erin Babnik www.erinbabnik.com. This amazing tour of six days will take place in the heart of one of the most beautiful alpine environments in the world. During the workshop we will teach everything that is needed for master landscape photography, getting the most out of even the weakest light and the worst weather. Contact us to receive our beautiful brochure that contains all of the details regarding this exciting workshop. [email protected] [email protected]
Nichts für empfindliche Augen und schwache Nerven! VGB arbeitet ein dunkles, erschütterndes Kapitel der Grafik-Geschichte auf: Poster der ...
Being two-faced is generally considered to be a bad thing. Unless you're Yana the cat that is. Because as you can see, this adorable feline has the most beautiful unique markings. She looks like her parents ran out of ink while they were coloring her in!
Sean Lewis is a Toronto, Canada based artist and illustrator, using a variety of mediums to create his richly fluid, intricate works. He completed a B...
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Introducing my Handmade Black Locust Tree Ring Print, an artistic marvel from Provo, Utah. Sized at 36x48 inches, each piece is a hand-pulled original, echoing the detailed history of a locust tree from an old pioneer home. This print, with its textured blue ink, offers the elegance of a cyanotype photograph, adding a sophisticated and unique touch to any home, office, or cottage. The intricate detail captured in the print makes it a standout piece, especially when framed. As an artist, I am driven by the desire to showcase nature's inherent artistry. These prints, made from previously fallen wood, are a tribute to the landscapes that shape our world. They invite reflection on our place in history and the transient beauty of our natural surroundings. Printed on high-quality 100lb acid-free paper, each tree ring print is a testament to traditional woodblock craftsmanship. Available for shipping within 3-5 business days in a sturdy tube, ensuring safe delivery. Product Details: Material: 100lb Acid-Free Paper Size: 36x48 Inches Type: Handmade Black Locust Print Ink: High-Quality Textured Blue Delivery: Securely Shipped in a Sturdy Tube Inquiries for custom orders, frames, and wholesale options are welcome. Experience the beauty of a handcrafted Black Locust Tree Ring Print, a piece that intertwines history with modern artistry.
Finalist for the International Booker Prize and the National Book Award A haunting Orwellian novel about the terrors of state surveillance, from the acclaimed author of The Housekeeper and the Professor. On an unnamed island, objects are disappearing: first hats, then ribbons, birds, roses. . . . Most of the inhabitants are oblivious to these changes, while those few able to recall the lost objects live in fear of the draconian Memory Police, who are committed to ensuring that what has disappeared remains forgotten. When a young writer discovers that her editor is in danger, she concocts a plan to hide him beneath her f loorboards, and together they cling to her writing as the last way of preserving the past. Powerful and provocative, The Memory Police is a stunning novel about the trauma of loss. ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR THE NEW YORK TIMES * THE WASHINGTON POST * TIME * CHICAGO TRIBUNE * THE GUARDIAN * ESQUIRE * THE DALLAS MORNING NEWS * FINANCIAL TIMES * LIBRARY JOURNAL * THE A.V. CLUB * KIRKUS REVIEWS * LITERARY HUB American Book Award winner Product DetailsISBN-13: 9781101911815 Media Type: Paperback Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group Publication Date: 07-28-2020 Pages: 288 Product Dimensions: 5.20(w) x 7.50(h) x 0.90(d)About the Author Yoko Ogawa has won every major Japanese literary award. Her fiction has appeared in The New Yorker, A Public Space, and Zoetrope: All-Story. Her works include The Diving Pool, a collection of three novellas; The Housekeeper and the Professor; Hotel Iris; and Revenge. She lives in Hyogo.Read an Excerpt Read an Excerpt 1 I sometimes wonder what was disappeared first—among all the things that have vanished from the island. “Long ago, before you were born, there were many more things here,” my mother used to tell me when I was still a child. “Transparent things, fragrant things . . . fluttery ones, bright ones . . . wonderful things you can’t possibly imagine. “It’s a shame that the people who live here haven’t been able to hold such marvelous things in their hearts and minds, but that’s just the way it is on this island. Things go on disappearing, one by one. It won’t be long now,” she added. “You’ll see for yourself. Something will disappear from your life.” “Is it scary?” I asked her, suddenly anxious. “No, don’t worry. It doesn’t hurt, and you won’t even be particularly sad. One morning you’ll simply wake up and it will be over, before you’ve even realized. Lying still, eyes closed, ears pricked, trying to sense the flow of the morning air, you’ll feel that something has changed from the night before, and you’ll know that you’ve lost something, that something has been disappeared from the island.” My mother would talk like this only when we were in her studio in the basement. It was a large, dusty, rough-floored room, built so close to the river on the north side that you could clearly hear the sound of the current. I would sit on the little stool that was reserved for my use, as my mother, a sculptor, sharpened a chisel or polished a stone with her file and talked on in her quiet voice. “The island is stirred up after a disappearance. People gather in little groups out in the street to talk about their memories of the thing that’s been lost. There are regrets and a certain sadness, and we try to comfort one another. If it’s a physical object that has been disappeared, we gather the remnants up to burn, or bury, or toss into the river. But no one makes much of a fuss, and it’s over in a few days. Soon enough, things are back to normal, as though nothing has happened, and no one can even recall what it was that disappeared.” Then she would interrupt her work to lead me back behind the staircase to an old cabinet with rows of small drawers. “Go ahead, open any one you like.” I would think about my choice for a moment, studying the rusted oval handles. I always hesitated, because I knew what sorts of strange and fascinating things were inside. Here in this secret place, my mother kept hidden many of the things that had been disappeared from the island in the past. When at last I made my choice and opened a drawer, she would smile and place the contents on my outstretched palm. “This is a kind of fabric called ‘ribbon’ that was disappeared when I was just seven years old. You used it to tie up your hair or decorate a skirt. “And this was called a ‘bell.’ Give it a shake—it makes a lovely sound. “Oh, you’ve chosen a good drawer today. That’s called an ‘emerald,’ and it’s the most precious thing I have here. It’s a keepsake from my grandmother. They’re beautiful and terribly valuable, and at one point they were the most highly prized jewels on the island. But their beauty has been forgotten now. “This one is thin and small, but it’s important. When you had something you wanted to tell someone, you would write it down on a piece of paper and paste this ‘stamp’ on it. Then they would deliver it for you, anywhere at all. But that was a long time ago . . .” Ribbon, bell, emerald, stamp. The words that came from my mother’s mouth thrilled me, like the names of little girls from distant countries or new species of plants. As I listened to her talk, it made me happy to imagine a time when all these things had a place here on the island. Yet that was also rather difficult to do. The objects in my palm seemed to cower there, absolutely still, like little animals in hibernation, sending me no signal at all. They often left me with an uncertain feeling, as though I were trying to make images of the clouds in the sky out of modeling clay. When I stood before the secret drawers, I felt I had to concentrate on each word my mother said. My favorite story was the one about “perfume,” a clear liquid in a small glass bottle. The first time my mother placed it in my hand, I thought it was some sort of sugar water, and I started to bring it to my mouth. “No, it’s not to drink,” my mother cried, laughing. “You put just a drop on your neck, like this.” Then she carefully dabbed the bottle behind her ear. “But why would you do that?” I asked, thoroughly puzzled. “Perfume is invisible to the eye, but this little bottle nevertheless contains something quite powerful,” she said. I held it up and studied it. “When you put it on, it has a wonderful smell. It’s a way of charming someone. When I was young, we would use it before we went out with a boy. Choosing the right scent was as important as choosing the right dress—you wanted the boy to like both. This is the perfume I wore when your father and I were courting. We used to meet at a rose garden on the hill south of town, and I had a terrible time finding a fragrance that wouldn’t be overpowered by the flowers. When the wind rustled my hair, I would give him a look as if to ask whether he’d noticed my perfume.” My mother was at her most lively when she talked about this small bottle. “In those days, everyone could smell perfume. Everyone knew how wonderful it was. But no more. It’s not sold anywhere, and no one wants it. It was disappeared the autumn of the year that your father and I were married. We gathered on the banks of the river with our perfume. Then we opened the bottles and poured out their contents, watching the perfume dissolve in the water like some worthless liquid. Some girls held the bottles up to their noses one last time—but the ability to smell the perfume had already faded, along with all memory of what it had meant. The river reeked for two or three days afterward, and some fish died. But no one seemed to notice. You see, the very idea of ‘perfume’ had been disappeared from their heads.” She looked sad as she finished speaking. Then she gathered me up on her lap and let me smell the perfume on her neck. “Well?” she said. But I had no idea what to answer. I could tell that there was some sort of scent there—like the smell of toasting bread or the chlorine from a swimming pool, yet different—but no matter how I tried, no other thought came to mind. My mother waited, but when I said nothing she sighed quietly. “It doesn’t matter,” she said. “To you, this is no more than a few drops of water. But it can’t be helped. It’s all but impossible to recall the things we’ve lost on the island once they’re gone.” And with that, she returned the bottle to its drawer. When the clock on the pillar in her studio struck nine, I went up to my room to sleep. My mother returned to work with her hammer and chisel, as the crescent moon shone in the large window. As she kissed me good night, I finally asked the question that had been bothering me for some time. “Mama, why do you remember all the things that have been disappeared? Why can you still smell the ‘perfume’ that everyone else has forgotten?” She looked out through the window for a moment, gazing at the moon, and then brushed some stone dust from her apron. “I suppose because I’m always thinking about them,” she said, her voice a bit hoarse. “But I don’t understand,” I said. “Why are you the only one who hasn’t lost anything? Do you remember everything? Forever?” She looked down, as though this were something sad, so I kissed her again to make her feel better. Show More
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This minimal Bauhaus poster features a a minimalist landscape depicting the ocean and the sun, the print is paired with modern typography, providing a contemporary addition to any home interior. With its minimalist colour palette and classic Bauhaus aesthetic, this poster is an eye-catching addition to any living space.
Fairy tales of Hans Andersen (1908) illustrated by Helen Stratton ‘The Queen of the Glaciers’