Design might be a frame.
Frames are something you craft according to a set of specifications based on the pieces they should hold. Their purpose is to amplify the strenghts, and bring out any hidden qualities, of something worth showing. An exhibition of Italian rennaissance art, the passport granting people access to foreign nations, a growing company’s public image and language, the excitement someone gets to feel every time launching their favourite app – and yet, a frame must not intrude upon the nature of what it supports.
I see design as a device of service, a straightforward way to improve everyday life, with the goal of shared wellbeing. It allows for tales to be told in such a way that people choose to listen.
“Is this a dream?”
An Immelmann turn
“What do I need to do?”
Reach down for the kindest moon
In the fordable streams of some downtown gutter
What I can fathom is that sentiment springs with clarity
Unadulterated is how we feel
Realizing a world of blaring theatre, I act
Joy is the part I adore
My mind is drenched in fervid colours
There is something I understand
Time grows and reaps
Yet I seek bonds and comprehension
Unimpeded, my stride is towards the other
At best, art is what I arrive at
Art needs to be passed
In pursuit of a nascent sun
My day is of courage, a conquest
Visions shape a red century
The billowing of breath
And blooming verses scatter