Nicolas Korek
[Provisional RGD]
Graphic Designer
416 837 0041
nick.korek94@gmail.com
Bio
BFA in visual communication majoring in graphic design, I am passionate about seeing the world from a graphic perspective. I am highly analytical and love typography and very motivated to constantly learn and expand my creative process.What I Do
I’m a creative graphic designer with a BFA in visual communication and a graduate of the American University in Dubai.Typography helped me understand design from a practical point of view.
My style involves a sense of chance, play, and experimentation. Method The four stages of creative thinking I use to complete projects are reasearch, incubation, inspiration, and validation.
My Philosophy
Music & art helped me understand who I am internally before bringing art out to the world. Combing my graphic design skills I tend to simplify my approaches towards complex ideas. My art has different flavours depending on who I design for. it’s a cocktail of ideas and executions I like to play with to get new and satisfying results. Chance: something that happens unpredictably without discernible human intention or observable cause.5
THE ORB I like is not the one
That dazzles with its lightning gleam;
That dares to look upon the sun,
As though it challenged brighter beam.
That orb may sparkle, flash, and roll;
Its fire may blaze, its shaft may fly;
But not for me: I prize the soul
That slumbers in a quiet eye.
Image by Jules Faure
That dazzles with its lightning gleam;
That dares to look upon the sun,
As though it challenged brighter beam.
That orb may sparkle, flash, and roll;
Its fire may blaze, its shaft may fly;
But not for me: I prize the soul
That slumbers in a quiet eye.
Image by Jules Faure
There ‘s something in its placid shade
That tells of calm, unworldly thought;
Hope may be crown’d, or joy delay’d—
No dimness steals, no ray is caught.
Its pensive language seems to say,
“I know that I must close and die;”
And death itself, come when it may,
Can hardly change the quiet eye.
Images by Niklas Bergstrand, Véra Ada
That tells of calm, unworldly thought;
Hope may be crown’d, or joy delay’d—
No dimness steals, no ray is caught.
Its pensive language seems to say,
“I know that I must close and die;”
And death itself, come when it may,
Can hardly change the quiet eye.
Images by Niklas Bergstrand, Véra Ada
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There ‘s meaning in its steady glance,
Of gentle blame or praising love,
That makes me tremble to advance
A word, that meaning might reprove.
The haughty threat, the fiery look,
My spirit proudly can defy,
But never yet could meet and brook
The upbraiding of a quiet eye.
Images by Wataru Suzuki, Nick Hudson, The Collaborationist
Of gentle blame or praising love,
That makes me tremble to advance
A word, that meaning might reprove.
The haughty threat, the fiery look,
My spirit proudly can defy,
But never yet could meet and brook
The upbraiding of a quiet eye.
Images by Wataru Suzuki, Nick Hudson, The Collaborationist