The greasy pole…

The greasy pole...

It’s tough at the top, or so I’m told. At the start of my career ( yeright! ) I thought that I’d be climbing the greasy pole and looking for career advancement. I ended up drawing for a living, 30 years of that exclusively freelance, and then had a career change some 11 years ago. I became an executive! I wore a tie ( a friend suggested that this was probably around my waist to keep my trousers up ) and was called an account manager.

Who were they kidding, calling me that! I know it’s sales, but so be it. So selling print became my new metier,and I loved it and still do. This does not mean that I no longer draw as is obvious from my websites and this, but at least I was not relying on it to feed the family and pay all the bills.

So I’m multi tasking, and now that I’m of an age where people of my age spend their days meandering around garden centres, I spend just 3 days a week at work and the other days back here at the drawing board.

Where am I on the greasy pole? Well, rather like that dangling rope in the gymn at school, I’ve managed to avoid it.

It’s a runner!

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I’ve never been much of a runner myself and was once described as built for comfort not for speed.
I found this quite hurtful at the time, probably because it was unerringly accurate.That is not to say that I cannot appreciate the sight of a someone running and I love to see small children running around. This has come in useful this week as I do some drawings for a website for a school, and this is just one of them. As I completed it I was reminded me of my daughter when she was small and energetic, she’s not that big now and no less energetic, but this just reminded me of how she was back then.

For the techies amongst you this drawing has been put through illustrator and traced, which gives it that vectored look. I used to spend hours trying to get this smooth line and feel to my drawings some years ago and can now do it in seconds. To me it loses a little in the translation but gains something else in the process. 

I’m a bit of a techie myself, I like to try and find these new processes that are available from the latest software. I’m of the same age as some people who say: “I can’t be bothered with computers” and it irks me beyond the reasonable.I have no time for them. Some old dab was on the radio the other day proudly saying that she managed fine without, well “bully for you” I thought, you just don’t know what you are missing, so don’t knock it.In today’s society of runners and riders, you’re not even in the race….tenuous link with drawing.

 

 

 

 

Drummin!

Drummin!

Working on some drawings for a website for school and this is one of the drawings for it.
Unusually I’ve tried a little experiment with it, tracing it in illustrator and then putting it back into photoshop, all my rough lines smoothed out with no loss of fun!
I still draw everything by hand on layout paper and then interfere with it on the mac.
The drawings sometimes take minutes to do, but one has to be relaxed and confident when doing them.I’d be broke if I charged by the hour!
Someone once said to me: “How can you charge so much ( it’s not that much! ) for something that takes you so little time?”. My response is that it has taken me well over 30 years to be able to do it like this.So there!

Invisible from here.

Invisible from here.

I’ve found a way of disappearing almost completely from sight. I live in the centre of a reasonably large town and like to shop in the town without making my arms any longer than they need be by carrying heavy bags. So I bought a shopping bag on wheels.
All of a sudden I’ve become completely invisible, that’s me on the left of the drawing. Not there? Yes I am but your not looking at me. You ‘re looking at the shopping trolley and thinking this is some old geezer who I will not bother giving my flyers to, I’ll not bother to accost to sign up for charitable donations ( believe me they are chugger: charity mugger proof ). Yes the shopping trolley turns me into the invisible man.
Now I’m not that old and I try to look presentable when wandering the local streets, I’m also i.t. savvy! I know about all sorts of things, I can find my way around most computers and I’m an apple mac devotee. There was a time when I even bought magazines with pictures of them and whistled to myself at the power of these beasts. Look at the ‘ram’ on that one I’d say to my wife. She treated me and the comment as if I had a shopping trolley behind me. In this case quite right too. I’ve got over it.
But now when I wander into a techie shop ( in a moment of weakness ) with my trolley, and a reasonable amount of spending power, he looks over my shoulder to see if there’s someone younger and poorer to chat about computers with.
Worse, if I should enter a mobile phone shop, I have the feeling that they might calls security to get me out of there ( or at least my shopping trolley ‘cos they can’t see me ) as it might make there place look at little less than ‘cool’.