Recently Wild Man Design Tribe (WMDT) hosted The Summit (pictures will come!!!) where various artists, collectives, clothing lines, zines, and entrepreneur-minded folks got to meet and talk collaboration. Check out Loosey Goosey Zine, as they give a shout to the Tribe.

TAG WALL
SELF INITIATED|2009
PHOTO MANIPULATION
BY DK KEO 

I used to be one of those graphic designers back in the day.  When I used to roam forums and create “tags” for myself. It’s how I got started and interested in graphic design/photo manipulation.

CHILL BROTHERS AND SISTERS
CHI TEA MAGAZINE| 2011
DIGITAL ILLUSTRATION
BY: DK KEO 

This is a graphic I did for Chi-Tea magazine, a publication I joined my freshman year at Columbia College and do not regret this choice.  If you’re on Columbia College campus pick one up when we release it for more info on the piece I did!  If you don’t go to Columbia but would like this issue of Chi-Tea leave me a message in my inbox or email if you have it!

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“TARGET COMPETITION”
TARGET | 2011 
PRINT
DESIGNED BY TERESA FABILA

My submission for the upcoming Target water bottle competition. If it wins, it will get printed by Target!

“Thus I Became A Wild Man”

You ask us how we came up with “Thus I Became A Wild Man.” It happened thus: One day, long before many ideas were born, I brainstormed with Jon Remo at Panera and found that all my inspiration was coming from a book I’ve read: The Madman by Kahlil Gibran. I shared with Remo and we rose in excitement. We ran WILDMAN style through the crowded streets shouting, “93 til infinity!!!”

Here is what I shared:

You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen — the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives, — I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, “Thieves, thieves, the curséd thieves.”

Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me.

And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, “He is a madman.” I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, “Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.”

Thus I became a madman.

And I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us. - Kahlil Gibran

And we found both creativity and fun in our wildness; the untamed creativity and fun of being wild, for those who aren’t wild are not creative enough.

Disclaimer: Written by Grecibeth Infante. Inspired by Kahlil Gibran’s The Madman. Not intended to copy or take credit.