Being a smart arse

Lots of quotation marks

Learn here how to get quotation marks right. Or wrong.

Be warned. I’m about to have a rant. Something is tickling my inner demons. And has been for the last 20 years at least. I just can’t take it any longer! Things must be said.

If you’re not, unlike me, a graphic designer with OCD, you might laugh because it’s a teeny-tiny problem. Yes, they are teeny-tiny things, though for me as enjoyable as a swarm of gnats. I’m talking about quotation marks. Or more to the point, the straight – also more accurately called dumb – quotation mark.

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Naïve art and cats – part 1

Snow Again by Vicky Mount

Snow Again by Vicky Mount

I don’t know if I’ve already mentioned it but I have a tremendous love for cats in naïve art. Those two just go so well together! And that is probably why there are so many artists out there who combine them in the most beautiful ways. This is part 1 of a blog series I appropriately call ‘Naïve art and cats’. Stay tuned – there will be many more of them.

I’m starting off with the skilfully executed artwork of one of my favourite painters, Vicky Mount. Vicky is one of those artists who make me wish I’d stuck with painting when I was younger. I’d love to be able to create naïve art that I’d be proud to hang on my walls. Alas, becoming a full-time graphic designer had satisfied my creative thirst early on and I’ve never really picked up my painter’s brush again since I left school.

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Just my type

Just my type

Alright then. Let’s start this again and actually write my first ever design blog. Before I dive in, here is a little introduction about me and why I’ve started this collection of all my favourite design things – just in case you ask.

At the moment it’s 7.30 in the morning and I’m barely awake, so chances are I’ll keep today’s musings short and sweet. Or not. We’ll see. Anyway, without much further ado, let me reveal the first design passion that comes to mind before coffee:

TYPE.

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