Why are we drawn to certain styles, to specific aesthetics? Taste is a peculiar, and tenacious thing. And although I can’t explain it, it’s that magnetism that pulls me to the illustrations of Gabriel Huici. I counted no short of 17 umbrellas. I don’t inherently love umbrellas. His line work is sparse. I don’t inherently love sparse line work. But, I love his pieces. Every one. There is a touch of vaudeville; there is a touch of hipster. The fine lines are so intentional and terse they create suspense- like listening to a pregnant pause or waiting on a dangling participle.
