Cheers again!

For months, our studio (Design Forge) has worked on a series of more than 100 illustrations comissioned by Adevărul (major romanian media brand) for it's book collections.

It's been great fun working on these project but our favourite by far was illustrating Shapespeare's works. They've really given us a lot of creative freedom with these and we were looking forward for the release. Now it's finally out.

On October 28th they lauched the "Complete Works of William Shakespeare" and now it's available in stores across the country. We've posted some of them and we'll keep posting more of these drawings on our dA account ~design-forge

Here are the first two: King Lear, Richard the III^rd

I haven't drawn any of these myself, my part being concept direction, sketches and overall feel, as well as directing the team. Our very talented illustrators are: Ionuţ Gherasim, Tudor Smarandache, Vlad Osiac, Cristiana Apostol & Alex Ifrim. We've also to thank our Project Manager, Tudor Pătraşcu. It's an honor having them as coleagues in my studio.

I hope you'll enjoy And, as always, we'd love hearing from you.

Till next time

Yours,
Mihai Velcescu
mp/lead designer
Design Forge

So we're on.

For those of you who don't know this by now, Design Forge is a media and communications studio founded some 1 and a half years ago by myself and good friends. We've redesigned our web-site to a new feel and slightly rebranded ourselves.

The outcome is the new and official Design Forge web-site which is still actually just a work in progress till we launch *da big one* (some neat new web site we're currently building for ourselves, but which might take up some time till it's done).


Also, we're devious now, as you can see at

Hope you'll be enjoying our works and we'll share some interesting projects we'll be working on from now on!


Yours,
Mihai Velcescu
mp/lead designer
Design Forge

The bows of sky in the sound of low tones, rolling over the horizon in clouds and they leave the sight of my dust filled eyes. The shade of summer storms across the distant fields. A distant storm that's never coming this way. Looming above is the Sun, every now and then reminding me to feel estranged. I am forbidden in this desolate place. I contradict the nothingness contained by the vastness of the desert. The dry land underneath would surely drink me. These lands would devour me. The Sun would watch and feast on the scent of the happening... Awakening. I feel a chill. I am lying on my back, and a white ceiling is playing sky. Outside, the sky is white. As is all. Through the haze of morning eyes, I watch the cold. I believed in this. It was too cold to be a dream. And yet, I'm surrounded by the same silence and low pitched noise I hear when I'm asleep. The sound of snow falling, the shattering of frozen words on the sidewalk. I would like it to stop, please!


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