Archive for June, 2010

Not so good

It all started so innocently.

“What do you want Daddy to draw?” I asked Lukas.

“How about a giraffe?” He replied.

I proceeded to draw a giraffe while he watched.

Finished, I presented the work to him.

The 3-year old took out a pen and for my effort, gave me a ‘C+’

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Father’s day

I think it was Wordsworth himself who said that ‘Father’ is the holiest name we could give God. So holy that, according to the bible, it shocked the Jewish leaders of Jesus’ time. Up till then, nobody called God Father. The very word implied a personal relationship. It meant we could come to Him just because, well, we’re His children. Not because we’re good or go to church regularly or donated a million dollars to build a school for orphans.

In 2006, I became a dad. Lukas became my son. The same boy whom I carried in my arms and will always carry in my heart. Even if he later chooses not to listen or do the opposite of what I tell him, he will still be my son. Nothing will break that union. Unless of course one of us chooses to walk away from it.

I like to think it’s the same with God. Jesus came to restore that which was stolen/ taken away from us. He came to make us children of God, so we would have a heavenly father and know His voice. He taught us how to pray (meaning, how to relate to your heavenly Father whom you’ve never met) and said that we could ask Him for anything, no matter how big or small. Just like how a son would talk to his father.

They say religion is man chasing after God. Christianity is the other way around. This was demonstrated 2000 years ago, when Jesus came to narrow the gap between heaven and earth. To those who still do not know Him, our loving Father is always nearby. He is at the gate with his hand arched over his eyes; looking at the empty path, longing for the day when we will walk – nay, run back – to Him. Not for His sake. But for our sakes. So that we will know where we came from and where we are going. So that we will have a hope and a future. So that we will feel the warmth, comfort and peace of His embrace.

After all, isn’t that what dads pass on to their children? Happy Father’s day, and may His guiding hand remain on our shoulders forever.

Sales update

There was no emotion from her face. “I just picked up our cheque from Canaanland” she said. “There’s good news and bad news.”

Unsure of what to expect, I decided to get the good news first.

“Our tees are all sold out at Canaanland in Centrepoint,” she said. “And they decided to order 150 more units.”

“Uh, wow. That’s great. But what’s the bad news?”

“Guess who’s going to do the sorting and packing?”

Safe and Sound

So the folks at The New Covenant Church approached us and asked if we could kindly design their Family Camp t-shirt. The theme was ‘Safe & Sound’ and could we have a child’s hand resting on a bigger hand, or something like that? “Sure” I said, “No problemo”. That was in mid-April, with the event being scheduled for July. Long deadline notwithstanding, most creative people will of course only start work two days before it’s due.

What inevitably happens after that are several more weeks of procrastination, days staring blankly at the wall, excuses ranging from my cat is pregnant to my car is pregnant; and about half a dozen polite “Can we see something?” emails. Only then will the ideas start flowing. Trust me, I do this for a living.

Anyway, instead of showing you the finished product, I thought I’d share about the ‘ideation’ process – how we arrived at the initial thought, how it evolved and what it eventually became …

Unlike what you see on Mad Men, there was nothing glamourous about how the idea came about. I was sitting in my room with nothing to do as usual when I thought "Hey, wouldn't it be cool if we could show people surrounded by a landscape that looked like a giant hand?" I then drew this and passed it to whoever happened to be walking past my room.

Couple of days later, he came back with this. Hmmm, not exactly what I had in mind ...

And then this one appeared. "Try again," I said.

I said, "Make the fingers look less like fingers and more like landscape. And you know, the people don't have to look like people. Make them a bit surreal."

I said, "Ok, let's do this again. The people needs to be part of a landscape that looks like a giant hand. You got that? People + Giant hand?"

I tilted my hand and said, "Maybe you just need to see a bit of the hand. Put the fingers in the background, and have the people in the foreground. Maybe put some bushes and scrubs too, so it looks like a landscape."

I said, "How about you make it more natural? Like the people and landscape are one?"

"Right," I said. "Forget everything I told you and do what you think is right. You still have the brief? You've lost the brief haven't you?!"

"Well, this is finally getting there ... the girl in the earlier picture on the right looked like she was sitting on a wolf or something."

And voila! The finished product. I think it looks stupendous!

Many thanks to our long-suffering artists Joshua and Foong, who made all this possible.

What John really meant

“When I said we were bigger than Jesus, I meant our combined height was about 26 feet. Surely nobody can be that tall.” – John Lennon

Gotta serve somebody

Gotta Serve Somebody
As sung by Bob Dylan

You may be an ambassador to England or France
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

You might be a rock ’n’ roll addict prancing on the stage
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage
You may be a businessman or some high-degree thief
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk
You may be the head of some big TV network
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame
You may be living in another country under another name

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a construction worker working on a home
You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome
You might own guns and you might even own tanks
You might be somebody’s landlord, you might even own banks

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side
You may be workin’ in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair
You may be somebody’s mistress, may be somebody’s heir

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

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