Hey David..Yep,..That was probably me screaming at you for not paying for the help needed to screw in that lightbulb.....while I was busy trying not to run over everyone not paying attension and walking across my path while I was driving a forklift carrying a thousend pound load on the tips of my forks...Splat..LOL
..and yep..it was for sure back breaking hard work, no dought about it...and i'm deffinitly glad that that chapter in my life is over forever...Ran me into the ground literally..but the money was great..the only redeeming thing about it..
I've always been into art..from the time I could walk if I remember correctly...I didn't learn how to read until I was thirteen, thanks to the California school system
...so I spent my entire youth and time trying to figure out what was happening by looking at the pictures instead of the words..As I think back on it, it was probably a blessing in disguise..it forced me to use my own imagination at that early stage of life when it developes,.. instead of having everything spelled out for me by someone else ahead of time..who knows...It's like you said, life works in mysterious ways sometimes.
Learned how to read when I moved to Boston at age thirteen...was selected in a program that sent one kid from each school in the Boston area to go to the Boston Museum of Fine Arts for a year for free two days a week, and be taught art by a couple of good teachers that were working for the Museum and that program..It was great..I had the chance to roam the Museum for free, study all of the Old Masters works and for as long as I wanted to.Then I dropped out of school..went into the Navy, and after I finished with that,..used the GI bill and went to The New England School of Art and Design..Graduated as a Graphic Designer, and decided that I hated the thought of working for someone else in that line of work...and instead wanted to do my own thing when it came to my art...I was mostly interested in figure drawing and painting, so while living back in California at the time, I went to the Otis Parsons Art Institute and studied under Burne Hogarth who was teaching figure creation and drawing classes there at the time, and I also took a great class in Anatomical Drawing taught by a woman named Rifka Hersk..Bone structure and muscle attachment and the functions of both in relation to each other....I worked as an auto mechanic for eight years while cooking my brain out in the Mohave Desert..Hot Hot Hot 120 Degrees 150 while your head is under the hood of an overheated car which were very plentiful.
.Good money though if you survive the experience that is.
Iworked unloading fright trains of lumber in lumber yards for a couple of years..sucked big time..hard labor..100 degree heat...Even worked as a printers apprentice for a couple of years here in Boston..The fumes about killed me..LOL..
I've had some hard ass jobs along the way of this sometimes crazy journy called my life..Lucky i'm still here and alive to talk abot it I guess.
Sounds like you've had a pretty good adventure along the way also, and even off and on to a new one shortly that sounds pretty great ..what you are doing over in Africa, sounds like it is really needed, and i'm sure that it will be really appreciated also...As is said, what you do, will sooner or later come back to you...Yours is a good deed,..and hoefully, it will come back in some good form to you..maybe even in spades, because it sounds like a really good thing to do for people..in my book anyway....Cheers David,..and Keep on Truckin...
Take Care my friend
Glenn


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..while I was busy trying not to run over everyone not paying attension and walking across my path while I was driving a forklift carrying a thousend pound load on the tips of my forks...Splat..LOL
I've always been into art..from the time I could walk if I remember correctly...I didn't learn how to read until I was thirteen, thanks to the California school system
...so I spent my entire youth and time trying to figure out what was happening by looking at the pictures instead of the words..As I think back on it, it was probably a blessing in disguise..it forced me to use my own imagination at that early stage of life when it developes,.. instead of having everything spelled out for me by someone else ahead of time..who knows...It's like you said, life works in mysterious ways sometimes.
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