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The Pop-Cycle Gang

About this Poster

I often (but not always) start with words or wordplay when working on a poster, as I did with this one. The names of the characters came first along with a plethora of others that didn't make it into the poster. The gang ended up being Pop-cycle, Da-bombed Pop (he's a bit tipsy) and Cream-cycle. I also had a doodle a few years ago that included a popsicle ghost with wings and I thought it would be fun to try and tie that idea together with cool treats cycling on a hot day.

24.0″ x 18.0
Neenah, Classic Crest, Solar White
2-color screen print

Meet Maranatha Wilson

Minneapolis, Minnesota USA

I'm a graphic designer, illustrator, motion designer & video director, creative director and teacher. I started my first business when I was 12, airbrushing T-shirts and jean jackets with tigers and wizards. These days I work on everything from building world class brands to music videos to designing apps and websites. I love doing posters and pieces like this because its a chance to get weird and do something for people thats a bit more creative and fun.  

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Back Story

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Designed With Letterpress In Mind

I knew I wanted to do letterpress and I wanted to design it specially with that in mind with a lot of thin line work and detail. It was really the choosing the color overlap and nailing down the level of detail that was the most work. 

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Printed On The Big Iron

I had an absolute BLAST going to the press check at Studio On Fire. What an amazing place. Travis and Ben were awesome, gave me a tour of their new space and answered all my crazy questions. This poster was printed on their largest press: a 1951 Heidelberg Cylinder Letterpress. It was amazing to see the process and watch the posters go through this historic piece of machinery. 

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Taking Turns On The Panda

Our first bike growing up was a tiny, antique Huffman Panda Pedaler. My brother and I used to have to take turns. No training wheels, lots of skinned knees (much like the creative process). We soon turned to dirt bikes and were the wrath of the suburban neighborhood in our teens. Now I've mellowed and take my grandma style comfort bike around Nordeast to a taproom or two. If its hot, I might even go for a popsicle run.