Impactive vs. Cathartic

So I was sitting with a client who was attempting to discribe to me the different qualities that they wanted their new identity system to embody. When we work with companies seeking new identities, or upgrades to their existing one, I often tell them that the adjectives they use to describe themselves and their businesses are what they should use to describe their identity. This way, the identity would promote the proper message.

For example, if we are working on an identity system and branding campaign for a bank, clients consistently say that they want their business to be seen as “trusted,” “conservative” and “friendly.” In the same way, their identity should relate those qualities. If we’re working on a web site for a new product for kids, the client could tell us that they want it to be “fun,” “energetic” and “memorable.” Though all sites (in theory) should be memorable, this is the message that should be transmitted visually when someone browses to their site.

Anyway, I asked the client to fill out our ten questions form, which has this as the first question, and they couldn’t think of a third option. But they did write down that they want their identity system to be “impactive” and “cathartic.”

I should say at this time that while I won’t reveal the identity of our client, they were in the business of helping other companies to perform a task in Human Resources. Don’t go trying to scour our portfolio for the client, I assure you they’re not in there.

Well, the literal translation of “impactive” is tied closer to “impacted” (like an impacted bowel) than “impactful” (to fix firmly by or as if packing or wedging). The literal translation of “cathartic” is inducing catharsis; purgative. It is also an agent for purging the bowels, especially a laxative.

So, literally, the client wanted their identity (and the identity of their new company) to be both constipating and a laxative.

Needless to say, I was confused as to whether the logo should hold it in or force it out, and knew that in the end, with this criteria in mind, the identity would come out looking like shit either way.

It wasn’t until I prodded the client to come up with a third adjective that I started to think there was an issue with his psyche. He said “well, I’m pretty meticulous about all the details of my industry, so i guess you could say, I’m anal-retentive.”

At this point, I’m looking for Ashton to pop out and proclaim that I’ve been Punk’d. But he seemed to be quite serious. And whether he’s anal retentive or expulsive, I still have no clue where to start with this logo. I’m imaging that recent ad for Sudden Urinary Incontinence (SUI) that I saw on TV with the walking pipe people chasing butterflies on a picnic and phrases from other freelance rich media gigs (“Sometimes I’m afraid to laugh because I’m worried something may come out…”) come to mind, and then it dawns on me.

This client, who may or may not be stuck in their Freudian Anal Stage, wants to evoke feelings of comfort and safety. They want their clients to feel the gratification that toddlers feel when their 2-3 years old over having control over something (albeit not their sphyncters).

The final identity became something close to a pressure valve constructed creatively by using the client’s initials and company name. They saw the final piece and loved it.

To sum up, the logo ended up (as I suspected) looking like shit. But in a good way.

August 15, 2006—The icing on the proverbial cake. I just received this client’s literature in the mail and had to smile. They added the tagline to the front page of their brochure “Making Human Resources Run Smoothly”.

Mallorca Pix

Mi amor and I celebrated our two year anniversary by spending the 19-28th in Spain this past month. We started with a day in Barcelona (pronounced bar-thu-lo-na in Castillian Spanish), walking around the city to see Park Gueill, La Sagrada Familla (Commonly known as the “Gaudi Church”) and La Rambla (Barcelona’s tree-lined promenade that leads from the center of town south to the Olympic Center on Barcelona’s harbor).

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Mallorca II

The bees meander sweetly, serpentine among the apple blossom,
filling their abdomans with pollen, the royal jelly.

I watch in wonder of their flight. One sting would sacrifice their lives.
They are the same as I. Propelled by nature, I am propelled by love.

My stinger is poised, my soul aloft, my life in peril. For if she recoils, I am lost.

My soul cannot survive the separation. I am a fool to think that I may soar again.

To live among the apple blossom, waiting for another chance to live.

Mallorca

You drank the whole bottle of wine.
The one you intended to leave for your host.
Gazing to the cascading lights, will you remember this, you say.

She sleeps softly in the room as the door to the terrace wavers in the wind.
Will you remember this view, this feeling?

“I never wish to leave this place,” she said.
But it is something you could never promise.
You’d sooner swear she’d be safe from death, though you ultimately share her sentiment.

“Let’s spend eternity here. Free from life’s design.”

Instead, you ask if you should play along. “Yes,” you say.
Here. Here we will remain for all time.

You contract your eyes to see the town fade.
The streets are gone and only the lights and walls remain.
Dim your eyes some more, and the lights continue their journey down the hills.
Sheltered and encased in darkness, they shine on.

Will I remember this view? This feeling?

Dim your eyes some more.
Close them to the beauty of the town.
And darkness is all you see.

I would rather promise her life everlasting than to tell her that tomorrow we leave.

Will you remember this view?

No.

But as the glowing stars in their retinal cage disappear, the feeling will remain.
And the fultility of upholding my promise to remain for always
and the undying love I swear to you in its place.