Life is full of breaks! Ain't that Grand!
Like when I broke my nose, my collar bone and my skull.
And the zillion times I broke my skin, not to mention breaking wind, No.
I broke spears and boomerangs and toys and a few plates and cups,
though generally I'm very careful, except when running. Apparently.
And my heart was broken too, a couple of times.
I was inspired reading of Diane's creativity.
Reminded me of a significant break in my earlier working life, bringing me much joy thereafter.
I'd returned from sailing around much of the South Pacific at 23. Returning to my previous job as I had promised. Though I was only back a short time and Yayang asked me if I wanted a job where she now was. She used to work at the typesetting house where I was a camera operator, photo-headline typesetter, and logo-face designer, learning from the old-school English chaps, Tony and Phil. I was happy where I was, so didn't give the query too much thought.
But then she asked again a bit later, this time telling me she was really busy there where she was, and that I would love the job. Basically they needed another body in the art department. And she had already apparently sung my praises to her boss.
So I arranged to go down after work one evening to check it out.
I was introduced to the Managing Director, Ian.
We walked down to the artroom. There are liths lying all over the place.
I get a really brief introduction to what they are doing. Merde, crazy, interesting crazy!
Yayang was right. She knew I would've loved it!
But I didn't know anything about it. Not at the level of application that they were implementing there.
If I don't know something, I love to find out about it. Well, except for gossip that is.
Yayang also knew those two aspects of me. I think she is a schemer, that Yayang.
Then Ian asks if I could do this work, specifically, "Can you do this?"
In the heat of the moment I interpreted that as, 'had I done it before?'
Merde. Of course Yayang would have told him what I was actually capable of.
And having that tendency to interpret via my semantics and to take things literally,
it should have found me responding, No.
At least, Not Yet.
But I didn't say that.
My mind was saying, if someone else can do it, I can.
So I said, Yes.
"When can you start."
I went on to be a principle technology development operative and trouble-shooter for them, working stints in between bouts of bush living and sailing, for Adcolor Sydney (American spelling used for the name), Adcolor Melbourne, Adcolor Singapore, and then when the Quantel Graphic Paintbox came out, they hauled me out of the bush for one last time, to manage their new op called Admagic.
And it was all magic!
By the end of the eighties I left the big smoke for good, seeing the damage on the wall,
physical and psychological, through my eyes within the Corporate Construct.
But I have the greatest respect, admiration and love for many of the characters that enhanced my life there.
These days everyone's on photoshop, the greater majority having no idea what is entailed in the old wet system of photography and that world of composite images and retouching.
Thank you Diane.
Image: Found some old business cards in an envelope in my perpetual CV. Gosh, brings back memories.