So recently, a fellow designer and I were discussing how we often feel like trained graphical monkeys. Mashing the buttons on our keyboards while the zoo keeper hands us endless edits, and slips a little food down the tube in the wall. The comment was made that all we needed were “monkey bars” over our doors. After that long, uncomfortable pause I asked . . . monkey bars? Which they clarified. What they actually meant to say was “cage bars”, but it was too late . . . my mind had already formed the picture you see here.
Comments are closed.