Touch. This is not one of my love languages. Romantically, I don’t know a lot of things about myself, but I do know that.
However, poetically speaking, humans are increasingly attracted to texture because of our escalating dependance on technology, the dimensional world that we live in expotentially degraded to a 2d computer screen. We all know those friends, the ones you’re trying to share your heart with as they incessantly scroll through their Instagram account, where people and their experiences are invariably more interesting than reality. Pause. There’s something hideously false about that statement.
Tactility evokes connection. A designer’s ability to sculpt in a way that ignites human contact. Our world is becoming less and less about color, and more and more about the artistry of a simple action; to feel. What is it like to truly feel something? To relay a concept through deep ridges, pillowy feathers, and intricate perforations. To puncture smooth surfaces with interest, to surprise someone. Something an iPad, a Droid, a Hp Laptop can never deliver.