I know most of out there doing our art sometimes long for a steady paycheck, insursance, etc. Well, most pf you don't know that I'm an art director at the thrid largest ad firm in the world (the name rhymes with saatchi & saatchi). I've been on disability for awhile for crohn's disease. Today i was brought into the human resources office where I was scolded for actually making artwork while I was sick. Seems that they (THE MAN)have been spying on me via my website for months. They ambushed me today as I'm trying to recover from a life threatening illness. They get angry every time they see me do an art show or get another gig. Moral of the story is this, if you dance with the devil, you dance until the song is over. Many of the agencies jobs are easy, completely uncreative, and pay loads of cash. But from their hermitically sealed buildings, they slowly try to break you down. As most of you know by now, there is noe breaking point for me. I'm saying this to designers young and old. Stay with what you love. These people are who I'm warning you of in my 'The Man doesn't love you he only wants to eat you" poster for Int'l noise conspiracy, my King Kong of yuppies on my Radiohead poster, and my tshirt that simply states "I am not a monkey". Today I learned again that corporate america is just a big zoo full of monkeys. Maybe I was weak to take the job, but I wanted to learn the technical shit I didn't learn in art sschool (i have a finance degree). All I have learned is that brainwashing, spying, and political backstabbing extend farther than you will ever know. So the next time an agency comes begging for your help, please, don't dirty yer hands with their work. And I work for an agency that's considered one of the most innovative on earth. It's crap. Every poster on this site blows away the pablum they put out.
OK, thanks for letting me vent, and thanks for the great letters from Justin, Monoshocks, and my ace Jermaine. You guys are too true to fall for the scam I fell for. Of course, I made over $100,000 last year, but I was much happier making $20g and conytolling my own destiny. They are what we are enemeies of, and I'd love to hear any other war stories to further convince young designers to make their own wyay, and leave the glas building brain suckers to die a painful death. It's embarassing to know I fell for these imposters, but maybe my story will help a friend in need.
Thanks for the time,