Dogs Swimming in a Fountain

Featuring J Caleb Clark, Book Cover Designer

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Listen and watch as the talented book designer J Caleb Clark takes a dive into the Endless Beautiful process. Be sure to check out J Caleb’s time-lapse of his work on our site www.endlessbeautiful.com and the rest of J Caleb’s amazing work at www.jcalebdesign.com

 

J Caleb Clark 

jcalebdesign.com

I’ve been designing professionally for almost 10 years and have found my passion in book covers. To take the story of an author and create a cover that acts as a window to that world is immensely satisfying.  I love reading and graphic design, so naturally book covers are my one-two punch! 

If you’re an author or publisher in need of a cover, I’m on board. Sci-fi, fantasy, romance, humor, literary, you name it and I’m there for you. I can listen to your direction and provide my on, if needed. Friendly, prompt and transparent, I’ll create a cover for you that will stand out amongst the rest.

Twenty two hundred pounders dropped. Old M4s. LazerCannons. Frag and Smoke grenades. Bionic Dogs and cute Asian chicks wearing Sailor Moon outfits and rollerblades. Welcome to the new 4th of July America.

Jesus descends to the beach and the frothing sea, F-22 rocket boost legs, and rocket fists. A monkey plays a pipe organ and kids dig a sand pit with an escavator.

Oops. Somebody’s Jeep just fell into the ditch. Hope they had 4th of July insurance. Should have tacked it on when they checked out on Amazon.

Hot dog and potato salad infusion. Grind it up and punch it into your DNA like Jurassic Park.

Would you look at that? There’s a nuclear jousting match just beyond the reaches of space. Grab your glasses. The nuclear subs are joining in.

If you tweet it a digitally reconstructed version of Sitting Bull will retweet your words and your porn star name in the form of a rap song. Or was it a peace treaty? Possibly a peace treaty rap song.

Ooops the space stations just blew up. They’ll find that in our chromosomes for the next ten thousand years.

What’s this? A squadron of Blackhawk helicopters bringing in the main event? The chopper blades whipping and sand blowing up. It’s been two minutes and we’re getting antsy. We begin to attempt to talk to one another but it doesn’t come out right. We all just begin yelling out Facebook updates and farting. I remember this being a lot easier.

The squadron lifts and left alone with a gigantic Siberian Huskey the size of three stacked SUVs. It’s head peels back and it begins blasting the crowd with silly string and blasting tomahawk missiles into the sea.

Happy 4th of July!