First of all, I should not be complaining. They gave me sushi, they gave me wine, they showed me some stationery. All they wanted in return was my address, so they can send me some paper samples. I am an AIGA member after all, so this should be part of my good life. It seems that I have not attended these events for a while now, because it was just me and people I did not know. Not the best scenario at a party. There was great excitement about the presented business cards and about the digital watermarks. The finger-food was quite excellent and the crowd must have been some real big shot designers. (They were all dressed very nicely, spoke loudly and blocked the way to the free bar.)
I guess I should have called all my friends who work in the neighborhood to join me and to make some fun of the crazy Strathmore gallery crowd. But it was too late, I do not know any phone-numbers, and I really thought the event was invitation-only and I found out about it today. How many more excuses can I come up with tonight?
I ended up speaking to some people (they started) who just went on and on complaining about their clients and co-workers. They even wanted me to complain. But why? All of my clients so far were either fantastic or great, or just plain smarter than me. And my co-workers tend to be more talented or more experienced, or if not that, then at least more daring than me. I had nothing to complain about. What am I, a chicken? We talk far too much. We should talk less and draw more. (you will need to scroll down a bit.)
