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Batman Paints |
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These days I know more about equity stocks, fixed income trading and SEC compliance rules then I should be admitting to. Add to this my knowledge of SQL databases, programming logic and an accumulated twelve years of experience conducting software quality assurance. Back in the day it used to be that satisfying an artist’s daily sustenance was more fundamental; you could get by with part-time jobs like driving a cab or waiting tables which left a lot of time for making art. The next tier for common day-jobs became teaching art at the college level and a lot of artists still do so. But these days the pressures of daily living have rendered it more expensive and so more is required; much more if you live in and around New York. I’ve been surprised over the years at how many artists like me end up working in technology. |
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So much for the Bruce Wayne portion of my day. |
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Once home, after various sundry family matters and daily rituals have been attended to, I’m finally able to get out to the studio. It is in these few late hours that my inner batman is released. Like the real deal I shed my professional attire and change into my costume which is where the similarities begin and end. My costume, sans cape or mask, has me looking like the sort of character my neighbors should be calling the Police about (“Well officer, I saw him skulking around their place late at night and he looked like, well, some sort of bum…”). Quickly I’m in my element: track lights on and the woodstove already fired up for about an hour to stave off the cold. To establish the mood I put on music that, often as not, is challenging to most tastes such as Tom Waits’ |
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