Black & White

Pencil and paper. Start with a line
A square might be nice, or seven plus nine.
Break up the space, look at those shapes.
A dream world for all in one place.





Follow the story, please take the time
to look at a line sketched out, of mine.



©scott garrette 2009

Stomping Ground

Mid morning walk about.
Exploring the area.

I've not seen these waters when it's warm.
As I drive the perimeter I wonder...
If all of these houses on the lake have
a dock, and all of the docks have a boat,
how do they all fit?

There are some amazing properties here.
The hills are awesome here, can't wait
for all the leaves to come out.

Traffic hums by aggressively at times on the windy lakeside road.

Telling Stories

Through the sliding Glass Door
I step and look up
into the nights sky
and see the stories drawn
in the darkness

Like street lights in the distance
make clear the pathway
make audible the sounds
of the spheres as they spin

In that darkness speak
through soft tones
of the stories drawn
by the light


©scott garrette 2009

Out the back door

Just beyond the back door of the house in Raymore, MO where I once lived, sits a lonely field. Development swallowed it's neighbors to the East and North and on it's Western border is 71 HWY. It won't be long before this peaceful pasture of the past becomes a street, a lawn and a building site.

Within one square foot of this peaceful land I found hundreds of beautifully inspiring natural arrangements.

One day these images will be the only reminder of what once was... a visual eulogy.

I sat and watched through the lens of my camera as the wind blew this plant into and out of focus while snapping shots in different locations... frozen movement.





to the west

A place I will not soon forget.



©scott garrette 2009

Till nothing's hot

Till nothing's hot

excuse me if I don't stir the pot
let it all burn till nothing's hot
and the fire that started it all
is dead

there is no room for listening ears
it is all filled up with anxiety's tears
only patience can withstand the cold
that follows

we have no time
we must hurry and stop
that we may go again
even sooner still
and warm our hands
beside the fire


©scott garrette 2009

Freedom I can't find

It... what is it?

The sun is out today. Clouds moving steadily across the sky while a jet plane soars high above cutting through the blue that mends itself again.

I don't know what I'm looking for - trying to find something - feeling like I need to find something.


*this image is not in production yet. i'd love to print this one on vinyl and have it go from floor to ceiling*




©scott garrette 2009

Giving You Free Tunes

Want some free music from a Regular Guy? Come on by. Recorded at my home using Garage Band. Not much editing or production, pretty straight up in 1-2 takes.

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A Man Named Douglas

Oh there's a few rocks in the road
and one knocked my tire loose
all i can do is drive in fear
just a few more minutes here

I need a mechanic
but where can i find
someone who knows the time

The words are not here
the pain is so clear
all I can do is drive

With this banging and clicking right under my feet
my souls grow weary
over the mountains
through the streams
while the rain pours from the sky

Just a few meters ahead I'm told
I will find a man named douglas
one look and he knew
I needed new shoes

©scott garrette 2009

Shut the Alarm

So i set my alarm
and wait for it to go
I just can't sleep
is that the sun
I'll go out and sit
and write down my thoughts
pour another coffee
turn that tv off
i can't understand
all the noise in my head
what does it say
this or that way
there comes a dense fog
and the curves in the road
are not marked

another bomb three more dead
all this noise in my head
sing me that song
little cricket
above all others
let me hear your voice alone

let's get another opinion
of how things could best be done
just fill my eyes
and flood my ears
with your singing voice
tear down the structure
rebuild your home
and throw out all of the collections
of dirt and grime
that have collected your wealth
and soiled your clothes
bring back those primal ears
and shut the alarm

©scott garrette

Using my new self-taught illustrator skills

Having never been trained on Adobe's Illustrator, I love it when I come across an action/tool that opens the creative door even wider. Though, I don't need the door to open all the way. My creative impulses could be overloaded by the excess of stimulation.

Tree with a Thousand Stories

There's a park on the Eastern shore of the Hudson River at the end of the road where the river is at it's widest. Just to the South spreading out across the water with all of its legs and pavement stands the Tappan Zee Bridge.













The view to the Western shore welcomes me each visit to the park and prepares me for the wonderful experience ahead.

The Tree with a Thousand Stories is just around the bend right off the stone path.






From here the adventures begin. With the cold of Winter nearing its end this strange and magnificent tree stands tall stretching out each of its limbs and branches twisting, curling and even digging down into the earth and out again several feet away. A single limb coming out from the trunk reaches straight out, bends down and spreads some more. This limb is strong as though it was there a hundred years before.
The markings are a testament of its old age. As far as hands can reach and legs can climb the markings can be seen of past lovers and friends or the lonesome stranger.

New Work Coming Soon!!!

Bird - tree - circles - sky ...what else is there to say?