Threads were drawn across their arms, five arrows each, held by their teeth. Ten times they let fly. Ten times the ship shielded our descent. Dust blown, then settled, they were gone, and left in their wake, the skin of these links. James Gilleard – Love the mix of stylistic vector illustration with bits of edgy,…
Glassblowing is a fascinating artform. For those of us in the product development world it’s akin to blow-molding. Yet, the process of blowing glass holds more intrigue and an element of danger. Also as a medium, it more eloquently showcases the human touch. Instead of yielding myriads of homogeneous end products, hand-blown glass enables artisans…
SkillCoach is a new series where Product Dev. Professional, Vince Haley, provides a virtual design critique of a new design or submission we’ve received. Give us your feedback in the comments! Connect with Vince on Linkedin here. Have a design you would like to submit for a review and critique? Contact us here. Welcome to…
Rolling side to side, on toward the rough hewn slide, and we, barely touching foot to ground, jumping across their heads, fled, and as we did the large one turned, with the others flanking round, to jump and eat, and trigger the uplink from their ship to these fine links. sslololss – He’s an illustrator…
The Migra surfboard bag is the brainchild of two friends who for more than fifteen years have travelled to remote islands in search of the perfect wave or “rip” as it’s call by surfers. While each destinations yielded a new thrill, the getting there left something to be desired. The biggest challenge they faced on…
The piles of wooden legs, metal arms and felt bacon strips was an odd combination to line the corridor. We hadn’t been on board for long, and nearly 45 minutes before they docked, but we knew what they would be seeking. Arm and leg repairs, of course, but they knew the most nutrients would be…
When the bowls dropped, we jumped out of the barrels. In the rambunction we didn’t notice the machines had moved in. Hundreds of them, thin and towering, light and quiet, only noticed when their combined silhouettes blotted out the sun revealing these links. Juan Pablo Roldan – Massive scenes, ships, mechs and more. Beautiful lighting…
Maslow’s hammer: If your only tool is a hammer, every problem looks like a nail. Design engineering is a constantly evolving field. It is forming and shaping faster than a complex hexagonal honeycomb micromesh structure growing out of a Carbon3D printer; from new technologies with implementable applications to tools, software, and manufacturing processes. Keep…
A tall lanky fellow slid down the old gutter, water shedding below where his feet landed. Small bottles hung at his side where a coat of velvet jade hid most of his legs. A wind-broke, wide-brimmed hat recorded the marks and bore his intent to devour these links. Jan Buragay – If you missed Jan’s…
Even though Google’s Pixel 2 release is a wee 364 days from its predecessor (it’s rumored to hit shelves this October 19), the company has done its best to include as many add-ons as it can with its new phone. Of all the new upgrades and features, the instant language translation has caught our imaginations the…
There were elbows. Not just elbows, but the thick skin of elbows, poking up through the surface of the ground. Now, there’s one thing a bean sprite doesn’t like, and that’s when you step, scrap or trip upon the elbows of the sycamores they’re sworn to protect. Every vibration, every damage, it felt through these…
The leaves we raked through the mist had left the eaters confused at first. We pushed the piles close as we could without them seeing, but you could tell they were trying to smell what was helping them feed. Why assist such creatures? Though blind, their quills were the only things that could protect us from…
The bottles opened on their own. Not like you might think. The caps peeled themselves off slowly, cracking and grinding, the bottle content overflowing. Then the veins. Oh, the veins. Barely visible through the glass at first, but pressing, spreading up and out, forming the flapping tentacles of these links. Elijah McNeal – Oh, how…
The cones of bear fur lined the cavern ledges. Though they seemed uniform and color sorted, it was quickly apparent why we had heard the noises and rumbles from this place. One by one, we saw, hidden at first but there in the fur, the glowing eyes of these links. Nik Henderson – Fabulous! Loads of…
A sound came from the crevice. And also a smell. It wasn’t unlike a musty dried grass. But wasn’t like it either. Could all of them have made it to the shed? Too small. Too many. But we hadn’t factored in how they could shapeshift into these links. Laurent Palmier – Ships, ships and more ships.…
Five times we heard the rapping at the gate–a tinny echo, guttural and shrill. We were not sure if it was their claws scraping the steel bars, the sound from their jawless face or both. But when we heard them break through, we decided unequivocally it was time fire these links. Brian Sum – New work from…
The tired, worn hinges held the remaining chunks of a massive, metal door shredded. It’s where the tapping started, echoing down the corridor to an area that sounded much bigger, much bigger indeed. Of course, we knew they were big and with this one able to tear through 20 inches of steel, it had to…
Nuts and Bolts. They seemed to fall like a thin rain. We could hardly tell what they were at first but, sure enough, the puddles of oil magnified the miniature hardware. But every third or fourth one was something different. Something different indeed. And the there were more, until nothing but their gears were grinding…
The glass fell from the skylights as the ships retreated overhead. The assassins were small, but furry and leapt from the aft cargo bay without fear and one mission on their mind – harness the Veggomancer and extract these links. Elana Limkina – Here cross hatching is among the best. These are photos of her…
Marcus Bree knows buildings. The engineer and architect fan has been creating highly detailed models of prominent buildings and landmarks since 2008, including the Sydney Opera House and the Guggenheim. He’s now setting his sights on the iconic Farnsworth House designed and constructed by famed architect Ludwig Mies van der Rohe back in 1951. The…
HaYoung Lee a student at Hongik University, Soul Korea had no idea how an encounter roughly two years ago with a rouge cow in the bustling streets of India would inspire and alter his life pursuit. HaYoung’s epithony? Ultimately, the birth of a dream to become a product designer and a passion for what’s known…
It rolled under one, two, three of them. Shocked it broke their defense they waited. Just as they began to put their hands back on their swords, it popped up – a furious little beastie with a small sword of its own, sharpened to the hilt with these links. Thomas Scholes – There’s something about…
The curtains opened. If it wasn’t for the flames, the only light would have been 50,000 watts of hamster-powered light waves hitting our retinas off the strange ball of mirrors. The sounds were a warm, slow roasted lamb shanks of rhythm and funkadelic chord progressions sizzled in the oniony juices of these links. Lorenzo Lanfranconi…
The one notebook you’ll ever need- Rocketbook’s Everlast. At least that’s the claim from the makers of the highly successful Wave: Cloud Connected Microwavable Notebook and The One, a single-use cloud-connected paper tablet. What do all three have in common? The ability to write on paper, using pen and upload those writings and doodles digitally…
Be still my beating heart. This site is beautiful. Thngs.co is a website dedicated to preserving a memory of every imaginable thing we have produced thus far. I don’t believe I’ve ever liked THINGS so much. It’s a feast for the eyes you and future generations are sure to appreciate. As they put it Thngs…
Bottles of cheap shaving cream lined the shelves, half of them roasted and exploded with a glancing laser. A countertop made with wood and old blades reflecting the glow of its eyes beneath the visor. Slowly sharpening the straight razor on its leather cheek, it jeered at us, then spit out these links. Filip Hodas…
Back in the day I made my living reshaping the skin of what we now call “classic cars”. I’m talk’n late ’70s Camaro and ’69 VW Karmann Ghia kinda stuff. Through my artistry, I was able to reclaim what rust and decay had stolen. But sadly some vehicles were too far gone to be safe on the…
If all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. When all you know is SolidWorks, everything you design will look like RoboCop. You can do better.
Turned atop a sizzling plateau, dry and vast as the ice tunnels on the sixth moon of the Mizer galaxy, our capsule glided. The aft booster had gone, but we still had four, a sift torpedo, and the grappling beam. Not sure what hit us, but everything pointed to something spraying from the back orifices…
It’s wasn’t that we were so small. It’s that they were so big. Towering over the blades of grass, gripping two sticks to catapult themselves off their one leg, propelling themselves along the dry, winding path. To get to the border, this is what we had to capture, but it was going to take a…
It easy for makers, creators, and builders to shut themselves up in their workshop hours on end to get their design just right. Working in solitude can help get the job done, but sometimes you want to get feedback from others. Whether you’re looking for feedback, advice, or inspiration, sometimes you need to get someone…
The rows and stands were lined thick with flowered vines, a wind catching their petals from time to time. We would step slowly, but knew the rust on their belts would be heard well before they attacked. Still, we wrapped the bands tight and readied these links. Braxxy – Crashed ships, alien landscapes and plenty…
It was a rickety rumple of a creature, teetering to and fro, the grass between its toes in a hat with a feather and a handsome suit coat. There were not too many more tales to tell of its adventures, except for one that should, for obvious reasons, remain until the last, until one has…
As a boy playing street football, I could run! But on one particular day, the day I got my new shoes, I really turned on the jets! That’s the day my buddies nicknamed me Halley’s comet, after that famous one (never mind my name’s spelled with one L). It’s amazing what those new shoes did for my psyche. In a similar…
Back in the days when the wharf was busy and bustling with activity, fishermen going to and fro, preparing their nets, ladies selling their finest hand-crafted eel knives in the marketplace, and the one, Mr. McChumbly, you could always depend on to provide the music heard throughout the day, set to the rhythm of these links.…
As wide as four kegs strapped to the back of a molasses swamp hippopotamus, he trudged atop the thin film of earth wrinkling it between twelve toes at the end of a joint on a single leg. By size and agility, he was no match, but we knew his weakness–the excess intake of sun-scorched coffee…
Don’t you hate how Kickstarter ruined the ukulele for all of us? I used to love that instrument. I never had an opinion about baby xylophones either but I do now–hate em. When I see b-roll of a busy bearded man, in a busy coffee shot, in a busy city accompanied by an upbeat ukulele,…
The metal shavers strolled to and fro, peeling layers, shaving sheets and shifting the metal shells of the outer planets. Their arms, battered and scarred from eons of metals shavings flying against them made their skin more armor-like, unable to be penetrated by the sharp shackles of these links. Gao Zhimin – Delightfully dramatic and…
When you’re running you don’t expect the guttural sound of an ogre. You definitely don’t expect it to stop you in your tracks. I had been running through that park for years, hearing rumors of a horrible, skin-shedding shriek, but I dismissed it until I saw it, heard it, standing there, holding these links. João…
When the missile batteries fired, most were prepared, but some were left scurrying into their houses in a panic. We were ready though – forks in hand, napkins around the neck, and bottles of hot, steaming syrup for everyone. All at once they started falling – pancakes – fluffy as the center of these puffy,…
When the hood was pulled back, the amount of tentacles spilling forth was overwhelming to the eyes–And with each holding a maraca, the sound matched the sight. You ask yourself what to do in a situation like this. That is until you realize you’re the one with the maraca tentacle face, trying to use the…
Five times they turned, each time winding up. The top of the peak was in sight, but to go the rest of the way, they would have to use the wing suits. Now, the idea of a wing suit sounds nice, but once helmet fuses itself with the brainstem, the wingframe is grafted to the…
Long ago, the wrinkled hands of the oarsmen would take the otter tails by the tips and fling them repeatedly towards the front of the boat. A lone traveler watching the rising mound of otters amidst their tails, playing quite gleefully, asked why they were thrown to the front. They replied as if asked before,…
There are those last few steps the closer you get to the edge. They are the steps where you have to summon all your power, the steps where time slows for a bit, the camera pans around you, sound expands and the glint of the sun catches the edge of your sunglasses just before you…
The old soul trundled topsy-turvy toward a hole in the air. The time bender should have seen that bear cub and butterfly when he first came through the portal. Now it may be his last time through. You see, a mama bear doesn’t think much of time travelers interrupting a family picnic. If only he…
Sounds of the throngs bent the vapid air. Grey fur and red hues mixed among family upon the large beasts taking them to an unknown land. A horn would sound – you wait for the count. One, you continue moving. Two, you stop and dismount. Three, you attack to the right. Four, you deploy the…
The mirror’s depth was infinite, reflecting from the edge of the motored hand. A splinter? No. There were more in the gears, beneath the skin and oils, beneath the circuits. It looked as close as it could, prying, picking, to pluck out all these links. Rudy Siswanto – I simply love Rudy’s style and the…
The isolated stare of the bulging eyes shifted around the bottle glass. Tiny though it was, the suit it wore weighed more. Jets on each appendage, fueled by a small nuclear core, explained the hum, the crack, and the flash as it launched to pursue these links. Jordan Grimmer – Floating ruins, crashed ships, and…
The books lined the walls and hallway, some stacked, some shelved, volumes and volumes of pages oiled with time and fingers. We were not supposed to find it there, the vibrating velvet orange volume of verses. Saying it glowed, would be an understatement. Looking at it too long would start you shaking. It wasn’t the…
Efficiency. Glorious efficiency. The streamlined and punctual Japanese train system. The meticulous movement of precision components in a Swiss made watch. The time saving zzzchick of Velcro shoes. I don’t know about you, but I am getting goosebumps. Certain cultures, like the Germans and their engineers in particular, are known for prizing the concept of…
