Good Jobs & Bad Jobs

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Palette Knife Workshop

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Worx of Art Class

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Discussing the next step with a student.

The definition of a bad job is a bad employer.   I have had teaching jobs, illustration jobs, drafting jobs, retail or any type of job, that were horrid simply because the employer didn’t respect me or failed to pay.  I’ve worked in manual jobs where I enjoyed the work because what I did was appreciated by the employer.  When you don’t have respect or you worry about being paid for your efforts, the joy of working is not there even if you love the work.

These days I’m an artist and art teacher, full-time.   To be an artist full-time you need support – financial back-up or become famous.  As I am not famous I have back-up.  Every day I am thankful that I now have back-up and I don’t take it for granted.

In the past I played a game in my head to keep the work challenge fresh, when going to work was hard.  I thrive on challenge and I made my various jobs into daily challenges.  I also looked for jobs that used the skills I have.  The skills I have are all art related and when you work in a discipline that is artistic – many employers feel they don’t need you and your job is always at risk.  You also don’t get the respect other workers get.   For many years I took on Illustration jobs and Design jobs that were done at night after a full day of work.  It was hard work.  But I remember many times not wanting to go to my day job. I struggled with my art – which floundered.  Now I look back and hope I don’t have to relive any of that.  I love to teach.  I love to see the art that my students do and the satisfaction they have when they are creative.  It is the freedom they have and that I did not have that is the difference. In teaching you have to be awake and focused on your students all the time.  It is harder than it looks but the challenge is always there and the payback is great when your student does well.  Working freelance has no benefits or retirement funds.  I think I will be teaching until I can’t get out to teach.


Eavesdropping for Art

conversationEavesdropping for Art was a hobby of mine a few decades ago.  It was a guilty pleasure that gave me some very surreal moments.  It started out quite innocently.  I would go to the gym after work and on the walk home I’d stop at a restaurant for supper.  I was single and quite frankly after a long day it was rather nice to sit alone and read the local rag.  Sometimes I’d work on some sketches – thinking about a new project.  One day I overheard a conversation and that lead to my starting a small cartoon. The conversation was this – “So I went to South Africa for my holiday.  It was great.  No car bombs or anything’.   The next one I remember was – ” I seem to like violent men”.   All these small pieces of conversations were like a side-order to my meals.  I never was interested in the actual conversation – those small nuggets were too good on their own.



Daily Prompt: Talking in Your Sleep ~

Have you ever eavesdropped on a conversation you weren’t supposed to? Tell us about a time when it was impossible not to overhear a conversation between people who didn’t know you were there. What was the conversation about? How did it make you feel?

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