Happy Holidays, Happy Holidays…


Whatever the coming xmas break means to you, let it be time well-spent with friends, family and loved ones. And to also recharge, refresh and reinvigorate for 2015. Best wishes to one and all!

And if you are in fact going on vacation to warm southern climes, I hate you.
Sorry, what I begrudgingly mean to say is, have a fantastic time!
Scratch that. I will in fact hate you for it. Sorry. (No I’m not.)


I make stuff. Want some?


I wouldn’t work for you if…

In case you missed them, here is my most recent series of self-promo emails.
And now I wait patiently for the work to start pouring in.




This idea bites.


Trade Ad targeting electrical contractors to communicate USP of the product
>> built-in teeth.

Responsibilities: Creative and art direction, copy,
image compositing & retouching.

Naivety and innocense in late ’50’s and early ’60’s.

As a boy growing up in the early ’60’s, I discovered that I wasn’t a killer after all.

Many boys growing up back then played ‘Cops & Robbers’, ‘Cowboys & Indians’ and ‘War’ among other things which for the most part, were driven by their imaginations, and if one were lucky enough, a prop or two to help bring it to life.

Air rifles and cap guns were the most popular props of all; all noise, no projectiles and no harm done. In fact, they were ‘parent approved’ without hesitation. Outdoors is where kids should be playing after all.

As one grew older, it was natural to aspire to the BB gun and to shooting targets – under strict parental supervision – if they were so inclined.  But after a time even shooting targets grew boring and one’s sights would begin to wander, inevitably settling upon birds.

This is when I discovered that I wasn’t a killer; of birds or any other living creature.


Wounded Angry Birds by Scooterek

I did in fact shoot a bird with my friends BB gun in his backyard. My first two attempts missed but when I did hit it on the third shot, my heart dropped with it as I watched the wounded bird fall to the ground.

In shock at what I’d  done, I rushed over to the bird; it was still alive but there was a hole in which the BB rested.

I decided that I would do everything I could to save that bird from the horror I’d inflicted upon it. I took the bird into the house, managed to remove the BB with tweezers, put a dab of antibiotic cream into the wound, wrapped it in a bandage then placed the bird in an old birdcage we had. Then I crossed my fingers.

Fortunately the bird did recover and I released it at a nearby park; eager to fly as far and fast away from me as possible.

I have since not touched nor had any interest in guns of any kind and thankfully my two sons appear to have adopted the same lack of interest in them.

That said, are you missing some good-but-cheap creative help?


A beautiful B2B print campaign. (Well, I think so anyway.)

Who wouldn’t want a big, fat wallet unless of course it’s filled with useless
scraps of paper instead of cold, hard cash.
In this case it is cold, hard cash we’re talking about and it speaks directly to a plumbing contractors’ bottom line in simple and direct language.

My responsibilities: creative & art direction, copywriting,
layout & final art.
Photography: Christopher Lawson Photography
Retouching & image manipulation: Mike Carter Studio
So what can I make for you today?

Label Me. I welcome it.

It’s human nature to assign ‘labels’ to everyone we meet; he/she is ‘funny’ or ‘not-so-funny’, ‘young’ or ‘old’, ‘tall’ or ‘short’ etc.
In fact, I think we’re all likely hard-wired to do so; a possible throw back to our primal survival instincts. (Hungry bear = ‘bad’.)

But a lot of us like to believe that we do no such thing; that we always keep an open mind. After all, such behaviour is border-line discrimination isn’t it?

Well here are a few labels I’ve created for myself and I will go out on a limb here to say that you could easily apply one of them to me.

And now that you’ve assigned a label to me, why not take it a step further and send me a project you have that fits that label. And don’t worry, I won’t take offense; even if batteries are required!