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An Amsterdam based graphic designer and visual artist. Twenty plus years of mostly print design experience, interspersed with sculptures, installations, photographs and paint.
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Welcome to the portfolio of Russell Joyce.

An Amsterdam based graphic designer and visual artist. Twenty plus years of mostly print design experience, interspersed with sculptures, installations, videos, photographs and paint.

Magazine layout and design, production artist and production manager at publications such as Amsterdam Weekly, Subbacultcha! and Time Out Amsterdam and Art Director at Unfold Amsterdam have given me the basis of my magazine print experience. From free weekly entertainment papers to monthly glossies and all shapes and sizes in between, I love the buzz of magazine production – finding the most efficient workflow, problem solving through hard and fast deadlines and the camaraderie – and working in the cmyk-based world.

Other select clients and assignments have included Greenpeace, Nike, Airworks Inflatables, Vancouver International Film Festival, Vita Health Pharmaceutical, Business Minds BV, Robin Nolan Music, Joy Ride Bike Tours and Gemeente Amsterdam.

Posters, flyers, cards, booklets, books, T-shirts, banners large or small or hangings to cover a wall, if it needs to be printed, I’ve probably designed, produced and printed it.

We leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain! One always finds one’s burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night filled mountain, in itself forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.