The Hangart
Sixteen craft studios under a converted airfield hangar. One identity that holds from a wax seal to the building sign.
Pottery, dó paper, wood carving, embroidery, folk painting and natural dye, plus a gallery, a shop and a café run by a Deaf team, all under one plastered span. The building was already a masterpiece. The job was to give it one voice without decorating something that didn't need it.
One shape repeats through the whole building: the arch. So I owned it. The logomark is the hangar's half-dome, carved open with a floral cut borrowed from village craft. Drawn once, used everywhere.
Fifty-six pages of rules written so the client's own team can hold the line without me. Terracotta leads at 70%, beige gives it air. The mark was redrawn for embroidery, engraving and kraft tags, and the website books a workshop in two scrolls.
