While the primary purpose of this site is to feature and flaunt my skills as a designer and illustrator; I also write and would like to take this opportunity to show off something other then my copywriting skills.

Now, if you're only interested in ad copy, check out the billboards featured in the design section of my site. But if you would like to read some text excerpts from a personal project, please read the writing samples below.

Holding hands. "Hey, mind if I hold your hand?" I had said this softly as we walked together. "Sure, go ahead. My hands are cold." She replied. "Make a fist." I said, and she did, and I wrapped my hand around it. Enfolding her hand in my own. Her hand is cold against my palm and I hold it in mine like a baseball resting smugly in a baseball glove, or a pearl encased within a oyster. Her hand fits in mine perfectly and I feel as though my fingers form a fragile armor around her small and bundled fist. We are walking through the empty and wet streets and everyone else is sleeping. Ahead of us in the darkness we see a darker shape moving. It's a fairly large dog going about its business. On it's own unfathomable mission and wrapped up in its pursuits, it doesn't notice us at all, not even going so far as to dignify us with a look. But my friend, seeing this dark and feral shape moving across our path, is suddenly tense, and she expresses concern, worried that the dog will get a wild hair up it's ass and head in our direction with teeth bared and carnage on it's mind. "Oh my god, if that dog came after you I would kill it." I say with a laugh. I meant it though; the words had come from the very core of me, as if my soul had burped. I go on a bit, laying it on thick, talking about all the ways I'd protect her and all the comical ways I'd turn back the dog's assault. She is laughing, and the lightness of my tone hides the fact that I couldn't be more serious. I feel a primal urge to protect her that I can't even understand much less explain. I'd out run a cheetah, out snarl a lion, head-butt a rhino, and wrestle a gorilla to the ground. And she's worried about measly dog that's just slinking through the night? Girl, If we were walking on the sidewalk side by side, I'd face down a semi if it came to close to the curb. I'd take on the world if it had a bone to pick with you. I'd take a bullet for you, and not in the meat of my arm, it take it in the heart. Catching it with my torso, stopping it with my chest. Hell, and then I'd shake it off and take your hand once more. Because, with you by my side and your hand in mine I feel huge within this flesh, invincible, and as though I could remake the world single handedly. I feel laughter percolating within me, threatening to rise up, spilling from my lips like a beam of light piercing the night. And I want to say, I want to explain; that if I could make the world anew I would make it for you. I'd walk in front of you and put the world in order. I'd tidy it up like a bachelor fixing up his apartment before his date arrives. I'd clasp your hand tightly in my right-hand and use my left to direct the winds like a conductor shaping a symphony and I'd sculpt the clouds into hearts and flowers with the power of concentration alone. For you, I'd grapple with elephants and uproot trees. I'd hold back the tide and dam up the rivers, forcing them to carve out your face in lines of flowing water across miles and miles of plains, and with the ease of a child playing in a sandbox I'd make mountain ranges spell out your name. I'd make reality a canvas, and I'd paint it all for you.

My sister's baby. My sister had a baby, a tiny little girl with a head full of hair! Whoop! Whoop! I have all sorts of profound feelings about it. Damn. I mean, words can't describe nor can sentences or paragraphs contain the love I have for her and the hope I have for this new life she's created. A new world began this Sunday and I want to do all that I can do to make this world a better place to accommodate her. I will of course write more about this I'm sure. Though words fail me and trying to put my feeling into words is like… like trying to counterfeit the Mona Lisa with finger paints. The most one could manage, would merely be a feeble approximation and one wouldn't be doing the original justice. I…I love my sister and I love my niece! Love bloomed inside of me as I heard the message on the answering machine. My eyes started watering as I listened to her voice… I have within my heart a lone pedestal and my sister is placed firmly atop it. Now it seems that she is no longer alone upon its airy peak. Held in her arms and close to her heart is a new life. My niece. So yeah, I'm in awe and I want to thank all the gods in heaven personally. But I don't know what to say or how to express just how happy I am about it. I mean I want to ascend into the sky and start shaking hands and patting backs. I want to glad-hand the universe, and buy the cosmos a drink.