Melina Wilson lives in Zurich, where she runs a graphic design practice with Martin Stoecklin and occasionally teams up with Boris Siemaszko on JLG Locations, a research project that may or may not involve tracking Jean-Luc Godard’s ghost across Switzerland. She studied at ECAL (BA) and Werkplaats Typografie (MA), the latter of which briefly turned her into a teaching assistant and, possibly, the protagonist of a lost chamber drama screenplay.
Her life outside the studio reads like a series of vague postcards: excavating corporate archives, wandering through post-Soviet landscapes while muttering to herself, sunbathing in sanatoriums, or visiting design schools and trying to make herself useful. Once, she may have convinced an entire ferry on Lake Geneva to follow her into a fog bank for reasons known only to her.
Graphic design, for her, is less a profession than a peculiar method of divination – part séance, part forgery, part cosmic joke. Her practice coils around the overlaps between seeing and reading, where form and language negotiate their own affinities, drawing inspiration from poets, cartographers, and detectives who solve cases they invent. Each project is a clue, a riddle, or a prelude to the next, and her greatest joy is when content and form collide and scatter into something impossible to categorise.
mail@melinawilson.ch
Badenerstrasse 281
CH-8003 Zürich
© Photos: Yauhen Attsetski, Alan Dimmick, Tabea Feuerstein, Franziska Schulz, Moritz Schermbach, Jeanne Tullen
© Melina Wilson 2025
All rights reserved
Melina Wilson lives in Zurich, where she runs a graphic design practice with Martin Stoecklin and occasionally teams up with Boris Siemaszko on JLG Locations, a research project that may or may not involve tracking Jean-Luc Godard’s ghost across Switzerland. She studied at ECAL (BA) and Werkplaats Typografie (MA), the latter of which briefly turned her into a teaching assistant and, possibly, the protagonist of a lost chamber drama screenplay.
Her life outside the studio reads like a series of vague postcards: excavating corporate archives, wandering through post-Soviet landscapes while muttering to herself, sunbathing in sanatoriums, or visiting design schools and trying to make herself useful. Once, she may have convinced an entire ferry on Lake Geneva to follow her into a fog bank for reasons known only to her.
Graphic design, for her, is less a profession than a peculiar method of divination – part séance, part forgery, part cosmic joke. Her practice coils around the overlaps between seeing and reading, where form and language negotiate their own affinities, drawing inspiration from poets, cartographers, and detectives who solve cases they invent. Each project is a clue, a riddle, or a prelude to the next, and her greatest joy is when content and form collide and scatter into something impossible to categorise.
mail@melinawilson.ch
Badenerstrasse 281
CH-8003 Zürich
© Photos: Yauhen Attsetski, Alan Dimmick, Tabea Feuerstein, Franziska Schulz, Moritz Schermbach, Jeanne Tullen
© Melina Wilson 2025
All rights reserved