The Brigadoon Dispatch

Canada

Ryan Taylor est un artiste multidisciplinaire et un designer primé spécialisé dans l'éclairage et le mobilier. Ses œuvres ont été présentées dans des publications telles que Elle Decor, Wallpaper, Dwell, Grazia et Y Magazine. Fort d'une formation en arts visuels, ayant étudié la photographie, la sculpture et les médias numériques, et avec plus de vingt ans d'expérience dans le domaine du graphisme, du design interactif et industriel, Ryan combine son appréciation de l'art et du design sous diverses formes.


À travers The Brigadoon Dispatch, Ryan a créé un monde magique qui exploite la puissance de l'intelligence artificielle pour créer des vignettes comme exutoire créatif personnel cathartique, aboutissement de toutes ses expériences de vie. Ryan vit et travaille à Toronto, au Canada.

In a fertile area far from the horizon, smoke dogs would be released from the fields in a flash of flames, a long known indication that the harvest was ready to block out the nourishment from the rays of sun.

Deep in the forest, emerging out of the mist, the locals lingered, comfortably alone, shimmering in the shadows, overlooked by the masses.

It was once fashionable for the dynastic families to include relaxing cat rooms within their grand estates, made up of rare species that they had captured abroad. 2

Deep in the darkest corner of the twilight, they would wait for clarity as time faded into the past.

As the sun set each season, after the visitors receded back into the forests, the locals would flock to the magically waters to revitalize their dreams.

The clouds provided sure footing for the herd to drift away in the breeze.

Hundreds of years ago, genetically modified fish were trained to spawn in the sky, so as to disperse their eggs around the oceans from densely packed rain clouds for the best chance of survival and propagation.

She had been raised on an old family estate by her ornithologist parents. At the height of their careers they had built an aviary in the garden and used it for scientific testing for the perfume industry. Unfortunately, the introduction of opium into their experiments got out of hand and her brightly coloured childhood transformed into faded memories. 2

They had invented a place where everything grew in the shadows, and occasionally would disappear into the drifting fog produced by the off gassing of reality. - Horizontal

They had invented a place where everything grew in the shadows, and occasionally would disappear into the drifting fog produced by the off gassing of reality. - Vertical

After slipping off an oily canvas that had once been their prison, they slipped into the confines of a coastal cave to feel more at home.

She had been raised on an old family estate by her ornithologist parents. At the height of their careers they had built an aviary in the garden and used it for scientific testing for the perfume industry. Unfortunately, the introduction of opium into their experiments got out of hand and her brightly coloured childhood transformed into faded memories. 1

The harvests were becoming increasingly harder to control as mass intelligence took over.

The condensation exhaled by the farmers would invigorate the fields of fur and optimize the harvest of genetically modified cats.

Commuter birds were originally revered as a niche luxury accessories, but had eventually became commonplace as a commuter vehicle.

As more and more birds migrated to the cities in search of relevance, the morning commute became an even more entangled experience.

There was a place that slowed the velocity of time, softening the years of wasteful procrastination onto a soft bed of leaves.

In the remote lake regions to the north, it was rare to catch a glimpse of the giant domesticated herons that silently roamed the misty waters for the local fishing industry.

Somewhere on the far-side, where the sun met the dirt, the locals would run out of their caves, and sink into the screaming echos of the surrounding flora. 1

The sky crashed upon the waves in a reverberating ebb and flow with no horizon insight, except for the vibrant glow of passing thoughts.

Each morning they would rise with the sun, to drift through the mist.

Somewhere on the far-side, where the sun met the dirt, the locals would run out of their caves, and sink into the screaming echos of the surrounding flora. - Vertical

In a far off valley, specially trained horned owls would patrol the parameter of the mass consciousness, shattering the silence with an occasional hair-raising hoot.

It was once fashionable for the dynastic families to include relaxing cat rooms within their grand estates, made up of rare species that they had captured abroad. 1