My telepathic day with Brock Davis.
A Visual & Written Essay by Clark Patrick Yo Yo Ma.
Brock telepathically sent me a message to come over and meet him at the mushroom table. I dropped everything. It was time.
We started our day at the "mushroom" table... wink, wink, if you know what I mean. No, but seriously we had coffee at the mushroom table.
We talked about art.
We chilled. Relaxing and maxin'.
The mushrooms kicked in..... Wait, I mean we talked about art.
Then we went to Brock's office. He showed me a new project he's working on. (I found out one of Brock's big creative secrets - he draws with both hands. At the same time. Think about that one ladies. Think about it. Both hands+same time. Damn son!)
He sang me a ditty. It was really great - about a farmer, old McDonald, who had this farm that was destroyed by GMO's and industrial-agi... something like that- heart warming. A crowd pleaser, for sure.
Then Brock's headed exploded and one million tiny toys poured out of it. Ahhhhh!!! Mushrooms.
In honor of his achievements for tiny-toy head exploding skills and world peace. I awarded Brock G.W. Davis the congressional tiny trophy for advancements in tiny bio-technology and super string theory. A tiny band played tiny horns. It was a wonderful ceremony.
We made a block tower. With letters. (That spelled secret spy messages for the Chinese. But, keep that on the DL.)
Brock had to consult his tiny horse for some outstanding invoice issues. The conversation was slightly heated.
We took our afternoon nap. You know what they say. Rest fuels the mind. Rest = mind fuel. (write that down.)
The afternoon was very productive. (Nap powered.)
Text from Hilary. Brock was all like, "What up girl? Did you get my new shirt at Tarzay?"
"No 50 million yen... and tell Zuckerberg, he's more like Suckerberg! Oh, snap.... Where's my ice-latte."
At some point humming birds, butterflies, and rainbows appeared. There was also a faint smell of a pine forest. This guy... let me tell you. Like St. Francis over here.
Finally, at the end of the day. We meditated for 15 years. But, only 1 second had passed by. Brock Davis changed my life. Everything is now clear. I love you all. Clark Loves You.
The End.
Did you like my story? Haha.
Um, but for realzy. Brock Davis is about the only person I know who doesn't need mushrooms to be a 100% pure thorough(lazer)bred creative genius.
Everyone in the Twin Cities advertising scene knows Brock is the king. Brock dominated the ad world in town for a long time and is now freelance.... aka - moving onto world domination - - One tiny idea with a big impact at a time.
Beyond his towering creative abilities, on a personal note, as I've become friends with Brock over the last few years I can say in total sincerity he is one of the nicest, most kind-hearted, friendly, insanely funny, and genuine people I've met in this business since I started my career.
The advertising world can be a harsh industry at times especially when the motivations of its leaders, movers, and shakers, get too caught up with the bottom line and they lose sight of the engine inside the machine... their creatives. The people without whom this business would not run.
But, that's the best part about Brock. He's not really an Ad Man and he never was. He is an artist. An artist so good that there are absolutely no boundaries in his world. It's a beautiful thing really... a world without boundaries and unlimited possibilites.
Thanks for the inspiration Brock - - In both the human and artist department. Your tiny ideas make my tiny days feel much larger.
View and support Brock's work here:
It Is The World That Made You Small
Brock Tumblr
Brock Davis Portfolio & Store
Behance
Flickr
Threadless
Twitter
Society 6
Here are some of my fav's from Brock's extensive body of work:
Editorial art.
Awesomeness.
Double awesomeness.
Dark side of the Doritos.
My credit score.
Buy these for your children now. No, but seriously right now.
Oh, jeez, what a cool bear. I have to admit when I was a kid I always wanted to be a cool bear. Pipe dreams... pipe dreams I tell ya.
A Visual & Written Essay by Clark Patrick Yo Yo Ma.
Brock telepathically sent me a message to come over and meet him at the mushroom table. I dropped everything. It was time.
We started our day at the "mushroom" table... wink, wink, if you know what I mean. No, but seriously we had coffee at the mushroom table.
We talked about art.
We chilled. Relaxing and maxin'.
The mushrooms kicked in..... Wait, I mean we talked about art.
Then we went to Brock's office. He showed me a new project he's working on. (I found out one of Brock's big creative secrets - he draws with both hands. At the same time. Think about that one ladies. Think about it. Both hands+same time. Damn son!)
He sang me a ditty. It was really great - about a farmer, old McDonald, who had this farm that was destroyed by GMO's and industrial-agi... something like that- heart warming. A crowd pleaser, for sure.
Then Brock's headed exploded and one million tiny toys poured out of it. Ahhhhh!!! Mushrooms.
In honor of his achievements for tiny-toy head exploding skills and world peace. I awarded Brock G.W. Davis the congressional tiny trophy for advancements in tiny bio-technology and super string theory. A tiny band played tiny horns. It was a wonderful ceremony.
We made a block tower. With letters. (That spelled secret spy messages for the Chinese. But, keep that on the DL.)
Brock had to consult his tiny horse for some outstanding invoice issues. The conversation was slightly heated.
We took our afternoon nap. You know what they say. Rest fuels the mind. Rest = mind fuel. (write that down.)
The afternoon was very productive. (Nap powered.)
Text from Hilary. Brock was all like, "What up girl? Did you get my new shirt at Tarzay?"
"No 50 million yen... and tell Zuckerberg, he's more like Suckerberg! Oh, snap.... Where's my ice-latte."
At some point humming birds, butterflies, and rainbows appeared. There was also a faint smell of a pine forest. This guy... let me tell you. Like St. Francis over here.
Finally, at the end of the day. We meditated for 15 years. But, only 1 second had passed by. Brock Davis changed my life. Everything is now clear. I love you all. Clark Loves You.
The End.
Did you like my story? Haha.
Um, but for realzy. Brock Davis is about the only person I know who doesn't need mushrooms to be a 100% pure thorough(lazer)bred creative genius.
Everyone in the Twin Cities advertising scene knows Brock is the king. Brock dominated the ad world in town for a long time and is now freelance.... aka - moving onto world domination - - One tiny idea with a big impact at a time.
Beyond his towering creative abilities, on a personal note, as I've become friends with Brock over the last few years I can say in total sincerity he is one of the nicest, most kind-hearted, friendly, insanely funny, and genuine people I've met in this business since I started my career.
The advertising world can be a harsh industry at times especially when the motivations of its leaders, movers, and shakers, get too caught up with the bottom line and they lose sight of the engine inside the machine... their creatives. The people without whom this business would not run.
But, that's the best part about Brock. He's not really an Ad Man and he never was. He is an artist. An artist so good that there are absolutely no boundaries in his world. It's a beautiful thing really... a world without boundaries and unlimited possibilites.
Thanks for the inspiration Brock - - In both the human and artist department. Your tiny ideas make my tiny days feel much larger.
View and support Brock's work here:
It Is The World That Made You Small
Brock Tumblr
Brock Davis Portfolio & Store
Behance
Flickr
Threadless
Society 6
Here are some of my fav's from Brock's extensive body of work:
Editorial art.
Awesomeness.
Double awesomeness.
Dark side of the Doritos.
My credit score.
Buy these for your children now. No, but seriously right now.
Oh, jeez, what a cool bear. I have to admit when I was a kid I always wanted to be a cool bear. Pipe dreams... pipe dreams I tell ya.
