MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
Friday, December 25, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Low-goes
Tentative logos, hopefully soon to be finalized. We went for the whole urban feel (because we're an urban church) and that's a theme we hope to keep across all the logos.
Went for the stencil look for Blue Fish Center (Darlene's awesome idea), and a stamp look for the CDPC Puchong logo. I'll probably redo the grunge later on to make it look more stamp like.
Went for the stencil look for Blue Fish Center (Darlene's awesome idea), and a stamp look for the CDPC Puchong logo. I'll probably redo the grunge later on to make it look more stamp like.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Tracing a Path
My heart races, pumping oxygen to my muscles,
My hearing sharpens, and my eyes focus ahead,
I am alert, artfully balancing the precarious edge between safety and injury,
I know my element well, and am one with the surface beneath me.
My movements are silent and controlled,
Feet lighting upon the rooftop, I flit between shingle and concrete,
I have befriended my body, and it is eager to provide what I require of it,
Even still, my rational mind is appalled at the prospect of what I must do.
It approaches; The leap that I must make,
I have done it a hundred times before yet still I fear.
But with every step that brings me ever closer to the precipice,
I move through the fear, for I must; There can be no hesitation.
I master my thoughts and push forward,
Adjusting my footing instinctively, the ball of my right foot meets the edge,
I see where I will land a good 12 feet away,
And with an explosion of speed, I leap.
My eyes lose focus as my peripheral vision momentarily takes over,
My hearing is obscured by the rush of wind,
My heart beats but a single time,
And for that perfect moment in time...
I fly.
My hearing sharpens, and my eyes focus ahead,
I am alert, artfully balancing the precarious edge between safety and injury,
I know my element well, and am one with the surface beneath me.
My movements are silent and controlled,
Feet lighting upon the rooftop, I flit between shingle and concrete,
I have befriended my body, and it is eager to provide what I require of it,
Even still, my rational mind is appalled at the prospect of what I must do.
It approaches; The leap that I must make,
I have done it a hundred times before yet still I fear.
But with every step that brings me ever closer to the precipice,
I move through the fear, for I must; There can be no hesitation.
I master my thoughts and push forward,
Adjusting my footing instinctively, the ball of my right foot meets the edge,
I see where I will land a good 12 feet away,
And with an explosion of speed, I leap.
My eyes lose focus as my peripheral vision momentarily takes over,
My hearing is obscured by the rush of wind,
My heart beats but a single time,
And for that perfect moment in time...
I fly.
Monday, December 14, 2009
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