Ana Susi MartĂnez
To those like me who dare to dream. To those who seek for the stars.
TOUCHING STARS This is the story of a dreamer, a believer, a doer. A girl who never dares to stop pursuing her heart´s desire. A girl who sets a goal and tattoos it between her eyes so that she never loses the road. A girl who fights with conviction. A girl who knows she will attain what her mind sets to achieve. You are about to know a girl who doesn´t wish upon a star but is rather brave enough to try to touch them.
The birth of an idea As a designer I was always set to change the world. Whether it was by creating a life-changing product, generating a whole new experience, developing an innovative service or simply altering a predominant mindset. I´ve discovered that what weights the most in my quest to disrupt the existent is to bring those who think differently from us to share our thoughts and act in accordance. In this chapter you will discover my creations to achieve the above.
Themed Entertainment
Dark Ride Design
A Tangled Tale A Tangled Tale: Escape to Corona, is a first approach to Theme Entertainment Design. This project had the objective of taking an animated movie and treating the story to incorporate it successfully into an existing ride or attraction. As a new theme for the very famous ride, Splash Mountain, residing in the Magic Kingdom, Tangled was the animated IP chosen to give a new breath to the existing attraction. The story was analyzed and broken down into main scenes that were later used to configure a whole new story as a way to expand it instead of retell it. A spinoff was added to the story treatment to give the ride a touch of originality. The new scenes where incorporated into the ride and story elements and props where designed to immerse guests into the experience.
Top: Scene breakdown and establishment of props and elements throughout the ride to tell the story. Bottom: Ride vehicle design and capacity for THRC
Right: Poster art created for the new ride at the Magic Kingdom. Bottom: Scene breakdown for the new story.
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Danger at the Snuggly Duckling Tavern
18 sec
30 sec
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The secret escape passageway
35 sec
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Escape from the Royal Guard
35 sec
15
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Adventure at the Dam
15 sec
4
A secret hideout
23 sec
B
The Royal Guard is coming
20 sec
5
Discovering the tower
60 sec
C
“Rapunzel come back”
15 sec
6
Rapunzel attacks
26 sec
16
A ‘glowing’ jump
12 sec
7
A birthday wish
20 sec
17
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A new ally
20 sec
8
Mother knows best
36 sec
B
Story of the lost princess
20 sec
9
Meeting the monster
25 sec
C
Through the kingdom
40 sec
10
The bribe: A crown for the lights
42 sec
18
At last she sees the lights
45 sec
11
Feeling the world
14 sec
19
The lost princess returns
25 sec
12
Mood swings
20 sec
20
The new family
25 sec
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Pre-Lift 3
20 sec
Meeting the thief
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Drop 1 - Runout
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CAPACITY
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SEATING
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Side by side
Outdoor Queue: As guests stand in line, they will have a look at the wanted posters of the characters in the ride. Here they will make sense of who the bad characters will be.
Indoor Queue: As guests approach the loading zone they will see the kingdom’s village. Flower wreaths and Corona banners will be hanging from the houses and villagers will help guests load into the maple wood boats.
Outdoor Queue: A wooden sign will show guests the main places inside the ride and they will see a sculpture of Maximus in rocks and leaves exactly like the one from the movie.
Post Show Store As guests exit the ride they will enter the Snuggly Duckling store. The interior will be decorated as the Snuggly Duckling Tavern in the movie.
The birth of an idea
Story about a boy
Mutuo Mutuo was born as a solution for children who had lost lower limbs due to landmines and other weapons used in the Colombian conflict. However, it was later intended for children who were also born with congenital diseases which let them to lose their lower limbs. This was a project that required the participation of pediatric psychologists, pediatric orthopedists and pediatricians who have worked with children with physical disabilities, to create an integrated product that allowed children to develop with a prosthesis that will grow up with them. This project had the objective to empower children and give them the perception that unlike others, they actually are more abled and capable of participating in complex activities. Children also participated in the development of the solution, giving ideas to create the external cases of the prosthesis as a personalized item.
The cases presented on the right where designed with the help of children who contributed with the color palette and the patterns.
Components: 1. Stump casing. 2. Inner soft lining. 3. Level light. 4. Adjustable cushion pads. 5. Stump casing conector. 6. Stump casing holder.
7. Casing. 8. Tube holder. 9. Inner tube. 10. Outer tube. 11. Ankle casing. 12. Orthopedic foot.
The birth of an idea
Story about a boy
The stump holder tightens or losens around it as the child grows. The light marks the height at the tibia so the mother can adjust the prosthesis easily
The height of the prosthesis is manually graduated.
The prosthesis is secured with the steel pin and closed with the personalized case.
The birth of an idea
Imagineer Imagineer is the design of a creative costume used in a Blue Sky session to develop a new ride for the Disney Parks. It represents the wild imagination that characterizes an imagineer and allows them to carry the elements and tools they use during the sessions. The costume has a hidden pocket for markers and crafting elements that the imaginer can carry around with him to use whenever he has an idea. The skirt of the costume is covered in a transparent plastic simulating a drawing book in which the imaginer can draw his wildest ideas to present on the session.
Hand decorated shoes with glitter, foil and sequins.
Ideas Ideas Ideas
The hat represents the levels of creative thinking to get to a brilliant idea. The glasses have color disks that allows the imagineer to see the world in a whole new color.
The birth of an idea
Make believe
Constructo Constructo is born as a life-scale product intended for children with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. Growing up with a brother with the disorder, 11 years younger, my parents always struggled with finding the perfect toy to keep him distracted while empowering his creative skills. The answer was Lego, the one and only toy that my brother enjoyed and played for hours with, a miracle by the time. Whenever I asked him why Lego, his answer was because he could build anything he wanted, and even though every box came with instructions he didn’t have to follow them because his imagination was way cooler. Constructo became his toy of preference, because he not only could build whatever his mind conceived but he could actually played with it. The project came up as a concept that accompanies children with the deficit throughout their childhood until they are old enough to pass it down and they never get bored with it because the toy grows as they do.
Front and side view of the product in wireframe. *Wireframe used to show 3D construction of the product.
Top: Explosion view of the modeled product. This shows the elements required to build a boat with the elemental pieces . Right: Wireframe view of build boat.
The birth of an idea
The caretaker
Otisol Otisol is a design that seeks to revive old popular medicine our ancestors and still some curanderas in various regions of Colombia use to treat common illnesses such as otitis and ear pain. The use of a burning roll of paper, most commonly newspaper, inside the ear is very common to treat pain caused by trapped water inside the ear canal. The purpose of the burning paper is to evaporate the remaining water, kill infections and provide relief with the heat. In some places curanderas use medicinal herbs to treat the illness by burning them and applying inside the ear canal, however some residue might remain inside the ear and cause further infections and discomfort to the patient.
Layout of brochure designed for the Cultural Health Care Convention in MedellĂn Colombia. Original work in Spanish.
Otisol is a solution designed to bring back the popular medicine providing a hygienic and controlled environment to cure illnesses to the ear. The device uses medicine such as analgesics or any prescribed or sold under the counter medicine to relieve pain and reduce inflammation. It combines old practices with new, allowing the strengthening of the cultural beliefs our ancestors grew with and installing them in the medical rituals performed nowadays.
Product rendering in 3Ds Max Design Project by Ana Susana MartĂnez and Joel VelĂĄzquez
The birth of an idea
A tale of love
Your voice Your voice is a project that started as a product intended for a design contest held by Alessi, with the purpose of portraying the definition of love established by the designer. This project later became a personal favorite because it helped and allowed me to portray my very own representation of love; one quite different from what is commonly conceived. To me, love is every morning as I waited for the school bus with my father and he told me about his many adventures as a navy diver. Those were my favorite minutes of the day, the minutes I learned the most about life and the happiness it could bring to you if you are lucky enough to do what you love, and my dad was a very lucky man. I pictured every creature he encountered, every place he ever went, every feeling that invaded his entire body as he was submerged in the vast ocean. Love is hearing his voice and the wonder behind it, the fantasy that he bestowed upon his tales to bewilder his little girl. Love is the spark that illuminated her eyes as she saw her dad teach her about real love. Love is having his voice with me, his unique voice; the voice that I seek when letting my imagination go wild.
This piece of jewelry has a revolved voice note carved in precious stone and encased in a crystal cylinder covered with precious metals. Model completed in SolidWorks and rendered in KeyShot.
Each piece can be worn as a necklace, bracelet, keychain or just the vial with the voice note recording engraved.
Giving life Giving life to an idea is the most difficult but enjoyable task a designer must accomplish, but once achieved it is the most enriching. There is nothing more gratifying than to entertain a crowd with the movement bestowed upon once a lifeless design. It is a work of magic only those who are gifted with the power of waking up the art can understand. This chapter portrays my attempt to bring to life what my imagination created in the form of 2-dimensional and 3-dimensional animation.
Giving life
There is always a first
Torpedo Torpedo was my first attempt at 3d modeling, portraying a steampunk aesthetic in a futuristic vehicle. It allowed me to imagine beyond and materialize a machine that was first born as a quick sketch in a napkin. Torpedo was the first step towards falling in love with the digital world and character creation. Torpedo was accomplished in Autodesk 3Ds Max and Adobe After effects.
Animation in After Effects. Watch the complete animation in: http://anasusi16.wixsite.com/anasusi/torpedo
Giving life
Millennials Millennials started as an experiment to portray a day in the life of the generation that populates the majority of the planet. It was a project of self-taught 2d animation, which allowed me to acquire new skills in audiovisual softwares and woke up my interest toward motion graphics. Millennials follows a day in the life of Tomรกs, a typical millennial who desires to accomplish great things as a chef and entrepreneur. Like the vast majority of the Y-generation, Tomรกs is always seeking to live a new adventure and experience the thrill of spontaneous activities. He wishes to acquire a global view of the world and its inhabitants to make a difference before he leaves it. Millennials was accomplished in Adobe Illustrator and Adobe After Effects.
Animation in After Effects. Watch the complete animation in: http://anasusi16.wixsite.com/anasusi/millennials
A day in the life
Giving life
Life in the spotlight
Lila Character building and storytelling has always been a passion of mine. Lila was my first 3D modeled and animated character. She portrays a playful ballet dancer who tries to catch the audience´s attention with different acts. However, she is somewhat timid and at first tries to hide from the spotlight, but soon develops the security to step on it and make the dance of her life. In Lila I represented my introverted personality but extroverted mind. She portrays my dreams and desires to make a difference in the world by stepping on the spotlight. Lila was modeled, rigged and animated in 3Ds Max and edited in Adobe After effects.
Animation storyboard.
STORYBOARD - SPOTLIGHT Animation in After Effects. Watch the complete animation in: http://anasusi16.wixsite.com/anasusi/tocando-estrellas
Giving life
Life in the spotlight
Giving life
When I was a kid
Do you remember?
Animation in After Effects. Watch the complete animation in: http://anasusi16.wixsite.com/anasusi/suenos *See translation below
Do you remember? is a remembrance of how we thought as children, how our imagination was free and wild enough to deceive the eye. This motion graphics was created in an attempt to invite every adult to dream like child again, to let their imagination run wild, to cherish every childish thought. Nothing is more valuable than the ingenious and limitless imagination of a child. The story resembles my thoughts as a child, my experiments, games and life size constructions. It is a complete representation of my childlike imagination. The aesthetic and visuals are purposely childish. Every drawing is entirely done by hand; finger drawn and colored on a tablet to portray common children paintings.
Remember when you used to think like this?
And the best adventures came from here.
Do you remember? was accomplished in Adobe Ideas and Adobe After Effects.
You spent your night like this.
And playing was always fin with these.
You thouht you could grab the sun.
And you found shapes among the stars.
and the pillow fights.
When you went to bed wishing to dream that you could touch the stars.
And you role-played your superheroes thinking you could gain their powers.
When you thought the tiniest insect could devour you.
You played the house
Never stop dreaming like a child. It is the most valuable treasure.
Touching stars.
Words that speak a little louder Growing up I considered writing a form of expression, particularly a way to tell the world what was in my heart and mind without having to utter a single word. Being an introvert with an extrovert soul, writing was my tool to tell the world the wonders that my mind hid. Pen and paper has always been my choice to speak up, to make my voice count and to create. Gifted are those who have the power to change minds without enunciating a single word, but simply by writing stories that have the power to move a heart.
Words speak a little louder
The importance of diversity
The eyes
A cold breeze brushed my unopened eyes. I could barely move a muscle, I felt paralyzed. I wiped mi eyes with the sleeve of my shirt, removing the tears that had crystalized in the corners, and leaving a dirty mark in the seam. As I opened them I could see the big dark blue canvas rising above me, sprinkled with stars and a bright full moon. The night had shown up already covering the lake with its black wings. I couldn´t think of anything but the three hours of crying I had spent under my willow tree, hoping for it to come alive and comfort me with its long branches. But I got no comfort, just the cold rejection of the wind as it ran through my tangled hair, as it rushed through my nostrils and burned my throat, as it burst my lips with dryness and gave me more reasons to continue weeping. As I stood up from the cold grass I could still feel the pain on my calves, I remembered the beating. Instantly falling on my knees, stomach punctured, the pain was still running through my body. I took a deep breath and rolled up my sleeve to reveal a big hot bruise that still pulsed on my arm. I got it this same morning but I couldn’t remember what was his excuse for this one. I covered my arm again, but could not hide the stain that the dripping blood had left on my purple burka bellow my belly. I pulled it up and discovered three fresh bruises lying on my thighs, followed by several two-inch cuts where the blood had dried already.
I crawled to the water a few inches from the willow to wash my wounds, they sting. I drank some of the water and cleaned the dirt on my face, papa can´t see I was crying. I rubbed my left cheek with the cold water trying to remove the dirt, the water came clean but I could still feel the filth. A cut opened on my left cheek from the rubbing, the water began to turn red but I pressed it hard to contain the running blood. A glimpse of light shone through the water, maybe a boat, but there was no movement on the lake, no life within it, only cold dark liquid. Mama used to bring me to the lake, where she taught me how to swim, where I was happy once. “Felice, always remember you are beautiful. Not just in the outside but from within. There ain´t nobody like you in this world, with your heart, your mind, your eyes.” She used to say that every time. She was afraid that papa would beat me because I was different, she kept him away from me. Mama loved me, but she left. She left us with a broken papa, a hurt papa, a confused papa, an evil papa. She left us when I needed her the most and I couldn´t hug her one last time.
The Willow (Watercolour) by Ana Susi Martínez
Words speak a little louder
The importance of diversity
I rose to my feet, realizing it was time to go home, the last place on earth I would want to go to. I stared at the black sky and felt hope as a shooting star crossed the canvas; I have to make a wish. I covered my head again with my burka and ran home, across the night, as fast as I could until I reached the road. It was illuminated by three flickering lamp lights. Monsu had no steady electric power; only 5 hours a day and mostly during the night. It was a ghost town ignored by the people outside and the government. I continued walking, took the curve, and there it was. Hell on earth, as I called home, right at the end of the street. I could see the strong figure leaning on the porch as I drew near. I slowed my pace and he noticed, descending from the porch and throwing a look at me. He swung the brass stick in his hand intended for me to notice. Papa grinned with his dirty teeth and started walking toward me until he was close enough to whisper, “Look at the time you scum. Don´t expect a quiet night. Maybe a little mouvais could straighten you up.” Papa had a special name for his punishments; he referred to them as the mouvais, a word he learned from his mother. He grabbed me by the arm and pushed me inside the house, where I was thrown into the couch and he preceded with the mouvais. He hit me with the brass stick so many times I couldn´t count, opening my prior wounds and creating new ones. He then ripped my burka and hit me three times with the stick on my back. I could feel the blood dripping from it. Papa ignored my pain and continued to perform the mouvais on his only daughter until he didn´t have the strength.
“You dirty girl. Go to your room and wash yourself. You better not show anyone or little Gouda will receive as double the punishment.” I followed his command and went to my room, afraid that my little brother would be hurt because of me. Papa can hit me as hard as he likes and whenever he wants but god bless he never lays a finger over my brother. Since I was little grandmamma Lourd always told me how I was brought upon this world to look after my brother. How one day Gouda would become our sole provider and carry the family name and it was my only duty to protect and serve him. She also told me that god had betrayed papa with a girl with green eyes, or so everyone believed, because green eyes where only bore by the devil and no one else could have them. “Some people will try to hurt you Felice because they don´t understand difference. Do as I say and cover your face, make sure no one sees you because a fire pit has been set at the town house and they will spare no second hunting you down to light it.” And how hard I prayed god to change them; I wanted hazel or black, not green. But he ignored my prayers and left my dirty eyes. As I finished my bath I threw on some white pajamas and laid on my bed, falling asleep through the prayers.
Words speak a little louder
Little Gouda´s screaming woke me up, I was sweating. I ran towards his bed and hugged him tight. “Monsters Felice, monsters coming for me.” He yelled. “Calm down Gouda, there is no such thing as monsters. They don´t exist and if they did you shouldn´t be afraid of them. They won´t do no harm or else I’ll fight them off.” Gouda was my reason to live and it shattered my heart to see him suffer, even from a figment of his imagination. “Thank you Felice, you are the best sister in the world.” He returned my hug, followed by a kiss and then covered his face with the blankets and fell asleep. The following day was worse; screaming was followed by hitting and beating with the brass stick. As always, I stood quiet and ate the pain. When he stopped, I covered my body with mama´s linen burka and ran as fast as I could to my sacred place; the lake under the willow. I rested my slashed back on the cold-wet grass and wept under the willow until I fell asleep. Waking a few hours later I realized the night had shown up already and the mouvais awaited home, so I delayed the return; a couple hours wouldn´t change the pain I was about to feel again. I sat down at the shore and splatted the surface with a flat a rock. I looked at the sky and gazed with awe at the same shooting star that passed yesterday. As if I was living the day before once again. The shooting star took the same path as the prior one, traveling between the Gemini and the Taurus constellations; I was quite a selftaught astronomer.
The importance of diversity
It hit me, hard as a moving train; I have to leave my house, I have to leave tonight. I remembered the early Tuesday train that I once took when I visited Ghoul with mama, we took it a few miles away in Saol; I could walk there and reach the train if I leave at midnight. I started my way home, today I could take a few hits but they would be the last ones. Papa was right at the doorway, he was not carrying the stick this time but he threw a glance at me and went inside the house. I ran toward the door and papa grabbed my linen burka and threw me on the table; it was a new move. He took out a knife and drew a grid on my forearm. He then pressed the burning brass, which he had previously heated, on the wound and the bleeding stopped as the skin melted. I resisted any noise from within me or else papa would do the same thing to my other forearm. He sent me to my room to take the usual shower. As soon as I walked in I grabbed my clean sheets and threw mamas favorite burka inside, then went for the money grandma Lourd gave me for my birthday which I hid under the matress and covered it with the cloth. I tied the sheets with a knot and preceded to the window, but a soft pull to my skirt stopped me for a second; it was Gouda. “Felice I know what you are doing and I want you to know that I will tell no one about this. This will be our secret but I will miss you forever. You are the best sister anyone could ever hope for.” Gouda broke my heart, but I knew I could do much more for him if I left Monsu. I promised myself to come for him.
Freedom of mind (Color pencil ) by Ana Susi Martínez
Words speak a little louder
The importance of diversity
The road to the train station in Saol was quick. The man in the ticket booth asked me where I was headed and I could only think of Ghoul, the only place I’ve ever been to. He was quite skeptical at first, but gave me a one-way ticket to my destination after I showed the two Kira bill I had retrieved from my bundle of blankets. I jumped on the train. I was out on my own now, nobody owned me and I wouldn´t be hurt anymore. I felt relieved to be away from Monsu as soon as the engines started to roar; I was free. The train moved quickly, making a blur out of the picturesque canvas painted outside the window. I felt the guilt as the Monsu mountains disappeared from my view. I was suddenly invaded by the what if´s; what if papa beat Gouda to death, what if I was meant to stay there, what if, what if. But there was no point in considering what if´s now, I was out and I couldn´t be so selfless to take the mouvais rather than my freedom. I knew deep inside that Gouda would be taken care of and that soon I could get him out of there. As the train came to a sudden stop I stepped outside, taking a deep breath of the fresh new air, meeting a world different to mine. People no longer hid under a burka, they probably had dark eyes for they didn´t have to hide them. I covered my face, terrified of being judged in this new place. I walked around and saw a man wearing a black tunic, maybe he was from Monsu but as soon as I spoke in Delxi to him he looked at me in disbelief. Clearly, he wasn´t from Monsu.
A wind a breath (Color pencil over watercolour) by Ana Susi Martínez
I couldn´t understand why everyone was so happy when they were so different from each other. How could they cherish what set them apart? Was I too crazy to believe that I should be valued based on my similarities to the rest? This people where definitely foolish. Or was I?
Everything I saw was a first for me, the cars, the food, the buildings and the glass that filled the window panes. In Monsu we had holes in our walls but no glass to fill them, always exposed to the cold wind. Right at the end of the street I saw a window through which I could see a girl staring at me; she looked frightened. I walked closer and leaned over to see what was inside, but I saw nothing. As I stepped back the girl emerged again and invited me to look closer, she smiled. I was in awe of the beauty I was looking at, she had the same pair of green eyes as I did and she looked scared. How could she be scared of her beautiful glance? I watched those big green eyes with amazement and was surprised by a strange voice that spoke behind me. “Beautiful ain´t them?” he asked “I think so. Do you think so?” “Completely sure, you must be lucky to have them, quite scarce here.” He replied, this time looking right at me. “What?” I was puzzled. “You fool, you are looking at yourself. Can´t you see?” he asked. “Did you believe there was someone else?” Now he looked at me harshly, I guessed he thought I wasn´t getting the point he was trying to make. “Girl, it’s you. You are looking at yourself, at your reflection.” For the first time in my life I could see a reflection different from the one the lake drew. It was clear and not tainted dark. The man was right, I was staring at myself. It was me, I was just watching in a whole new perspective.
Words speak a little louder
My brother and I
Who lives under my bed? Who lives under my bed? I heard them once But I don’t know yet.
So I leaned over my sheets To take a closer look At the odd looking figures right under my feet.
I heard them mutter and babble Giggling and laughing And having a good time.
But what a surprise They weren´t scary at all. Just petite fluffy ball muts That could fit in my palm.
I wanted to take a look, Just a peek. But I was too scared Too scared to see. I covered myself from toe to head And prayed all night And begged and begged For those horrid creatures to go away. But those that live right under my sheets Resisted my prayers They dared to stay. And while I tried to sleep the following night I heard the tiny monsters Frolicking and blabbering; They were having a blast. And everything happened right under my feet Where the tiny creatures eat and sleep.
They stared at me closely As I slipped from my bed. They smiled with their teeth A handful of tiny bright specks. They smiled and giggled And giggled and smiled. They stared at me; Edward And laughed for a while. I politely saluted And asked for their names; Patti, Pops, Freckles, peanuts and grace. They raised up their right hand And repeated with glee; Where are here to protect you, We come here in peace.
I paid close attention To their conversation But I couldn’t understand a thing.
3 Years have passed 3 years have flown by And those fluffy creatures Are still by my side.
They spoke in a foreign language A strange one to me. And I did understood a word One word; that´s it.
And as for me now I am nine years old And I have some special friends Just for my own.
That word was my name My very own name. The name that my mother Called everyday.
I tell you kid Never be scared For you don`t know Who might be living down there.
“Playtime´s over Edward. Dinner´s ready Edawrd. Fox your room! Wash your teeth!”
Right under your bed Where you dream your dreams Safe guarding you always Below your feet.
It spooked me a little But I knew at the minute They talked about me!
Remember for always And never forget Those odd little creatures Are here to protect.
Who lives under my bed? (Digital and watercolours) by Ana Susi Martínez
I`ve planned ahead Being an avid and unstoppable thinker has kept me busy with projects throughout my short life. There is no time to spare when changing the world is the goal you´ve set. But one must always start by changing a strong mindset, one that´s hard to alter. In this chapter you will appreciate a project I´ve been working on to portray my beautiful home just as I see it and not as the whole world has wrongly stereotyped. Colombia is a cradle of culture, music, gastronomy, growing technology and happy people, a perception that only those who dare to visit will appreciate. My goal is to show the world the side of my country that those who have an open mind can only perceive.
I`ve planned ahead
Finan$ Finan$ is created in an attempt to bring together parents and children in the financial education of the latter. It works in unison with a wearable that allows children to perform small payments without the necessity of a bank account, it just works dependently from their parent´s account. It integrates two apps; one created for the parents to monitor their children´s financial activity and one for the child to establish savings goals, keep control of the money spent and saved and establish chores to gain extra money to complete they goals. This product is currently being tested and further brand identity exploration will be required. Finan$ was created for Banco Davivienda.
Finance for kids
I`ve planned ahead
The child´s application allows them to keep track of their savings and money in use. They can also establish economic goals, control their paying devices remotely and complete chores and activities to obtain extra money.
Finance for kids
Parent´s app allows them to control their children´s finances, register new members to a family group, assign chores for money and keep track of how, when and where their children are using their money.