New logo designs

Here are a couple of designs for various companies that i'm happy with. hopefully one of these will place.

2 new beats

just 2 of the new joints.

The unknown Rendered by mercurywaters

Redhead by mercurywaters

Thumb Wrastle

This is another one of those ideas that started strong and then lost steam. "I'm gonna write a comic strip!!", i said. And of course not realizing how difficult it is to keep coming up with funny material. Especially when your characters are thumb wrestlers...But i got 3 done. hooray me!! Click on the pics to enlarge them.

Six word stories

I was playing six words stories on twitter the other day. Here are a few i came up with that i enjoyed:


military mindset mastered, madness mobilized faster

death is a streetwalker, run faster

killed the dayjob, lived the nightlife

when she's quiet, i listen closer

convincing life to kiss me back

my real face, loves the sunshine

looking for, what stays in vegas

escaped the womb, retracing my steps

lies elope...truth ties the knot

run for freedom waters, find salvation

hiding from god, found almighty truth

on the floor, searching for sleep

the look of love, blindly watching

silken sweat powdered her brow...afterglow

love as a drug...online pharmacy

spare the rod..pity the fool

dressed to the nines...party of 1

when the sky falls...I catch!

seven steps, two shots, one fall

What He Saw Shook...

Picture copyright Getty Images

A short story i wrote some time ago. i need to write more...


What he saw shook…

Dreams that used to be pristine and gorgeous are now barren, broken to dust. (No, I’m not going to finish that first sentence.) It began absolute. Absolute lust with lying eyes, laying out life so precious and pretty. We guard ourselves from others and others from themselves. We are perfect people in our eyes, and we need you to see that reflection as well. This day proved to shatter the mirror.

Don’t look at me. Love me as I was. I am pure. These are the sum of such thoughts Darla thought, as Anthony ran down the hallway to the safe fortitude of his room, all smeared with love.

Anthony’s room breathed so spiritual and free. 6 hours of painting and repainting until the clouds on his walls were heavens. Even the ceiling sported puffs of angel dust and cottony groups of fluff. It was if Anthony lived in the heaven he came from, everyday. Wallpaper would have been just fine, but Darla wanted uniqueness, her own hand to draw his world. Jeff thought it would soften his son, but Anthony was too forceful and pigheaded to break. He was a man since birth and nothing would change that permanently. Well…until today. Today he was a shaken little boy.


Darla is, was and will forever be guarded. “I want him to see me the way I want”, she told her chuckling husband. “Jeff! It’s not funny! You’re a jerk, you know that?” “If you say so.” Muttered Jeff indifferently.

Stop staring at the wall Darla. There’s no truth written there. There’s no easy way out. No way to make that march down the hall any more proud and majestic. Just take it head on if you must. And pull Jeff down with you, hehe. “Come on Honey!” commanded Darla. “Hmph! I don’t know why you’re worrying so much. Didn’t it ever happen to y…..?” “NEVER!” she interjects before he can even finish his cop out.

A mile is a mile and this felt like one but wasn’t. It was fifty feet at best. Past the ruins of a picture perfect façade. The walls of this hallway held more pictures than one would think a life could depict. One of the 3-day-old father holding his pride in his arms wrapped in a swaddling blanket. You know that one, with the reddish pink and blue stripe that every new child cuddles with in his first hours on this earth. After the escape from home-base, and before the healing is over. And yes we men remember the maiming of circumcision you inflict on us. The, “He’s just a baby, he won’t remember it” excuse holds no weight. Pain is pain.

A mile is a mile and this felt like one but wasn’t. Fifty feet at best I’d wager. Trudging past the temple of a family of three on picture day. Clip-on ties and penny loafers. Too long, gray Farrah slacks covering the blue-striped tube socks beneath. Dad’s hand me down, silk-like (rayon) pocket square. Half poofed afros. A young man’s transition between adult and baby teeth. Mom’s favorite flowered dress in purple and silver, accompanying gloves, and heels better for wear. They’ve taken much too many laps around the floors of the church. Soothing your small life to sleep. Father’s discount-find of a pinstripe suit. Silk, woven, gold flecked paisley tie, framed with the dark, almost navy button down Armani irregular shirt with the club collar. If they only knew his secret. He’s not rich, yet looks the part of brooks brothers to a tee.

A mile is a mile and this felt like and actually…it was. A mile is a short trip from the dark to the light. From passive to passion. He knew something he didn’t want. Poor Anthony. Childhood fades away a little more. Contrary to popular opinion, you can’t lose knowledge. Only tuck it away in the vast trunk of your memory. Under the time you were too excited in front of the whole class of 5th graders you called friend and enemy. The boys understood. Ms. Jett was oh so scrumptious. They all were glad they didn’t have to stand at that moment she bent over in her tight, burgundy wool skirt. They felt your pain and laughed at it at the same time. Recalling that event helped you to understand. So when Darla told Anthony of love and its physical expression, he understood. And when he saw his father Jeff’s slight grin, he felt that connection from boy to man and realized that jump from one to the other, was quite capable.

Now let’s finish that first sentence. “What he saw, shook away the fears of a boy’s jump to manhood.”

Shoulder Honey

Painting copyright Corrie Scott barbados art council.com



I happened to run across this poem i wrote to my wife when she was pregnant. hope you enjoy...


Shoulder honey


When it is, is when we’ll be there
When it was, is the place where we’ll land

What awaits me is as familiar as my childhood
All blurs and screens of smoky memoirs pasted together scrapbook style
Lost in that pile of Polaroid past, is a youth so firmly rooted, the gardeners of the lord’s harvest had to use both hands to unearth it
If I could spread my seeds back to that fertile earth and hope once again to bear fruit
so sweetly buttered, I’d won half the war for the dreams of our future

Don’t think you don’t hold keys as vital as water to the next rising sun
Motherhood is a future builder as sweet as shoulder honey
That elixir that puts restless children to bed on dream sleepy highway 9, right beneath the silver lined cloud
The smooth run down on the palate that heals wounds on young ones so smoothly, the scars can only be seen in a not so memorable past
Shoulder honey that calms the savage mans constant need for intimate intricacies of the illuminated thigh

You are so powerful honey
The type of power futures daydream about building foundations on
Picket fences, financial stability, and do-for-self business structure
All those futures we planned 5 years ago, but could never seem to catch up to
We had to run light-years and fight night tears to grapple the left leg of this future
It’s a slippery one, but it’s ours and no one else’s
We now know the course of this future and stay on the true straight and narrow for the sake of the reward
Not the one at the end of the path, but the blessings we receive along the way

If ever we misstep this dance to future
Take moments in precious silence
And just look over your shoulder honey

Adventure Girl

I recently landed a big logo for me. Adventure Girl Stef Michaels. She's a travel guru who's appeared on CNN and nbc and good morning america too, I think. She's a great person as well. check out her site at http://www.adventuregirl.com and on twitter @adventuregirl I'm sure she'll be a household name soon enough. maybe she can get a show on the travel channel so we don't have to be subjected to so much of Andrew Zimmern eating any disguisting piece of bug, innard or mystery meat he can fit in his mouth.

Ainability

This is for a movement in hawaii to create more sustainable agriculture. I really tried to make it creative and bold. the final verdict by the client was that it was too abstract. It's disheartening that very few companies want something actually creative. they want a basic font and basic icon. They're afraid if it takes longer than 1 second to process, then they'll lose their audience. enlightment is very neccessary in this world. I'm still fighting the good fight though. don't worry. revolution will come.

Slacker

yeah, yeah, yeah. just loop it, filter it, add some drums and call it a day...slacker...

Slacker  by  mercurywaters