Saturday, March 18, 2006

Eugene Gise

6 Comments:

Blogger Rebekit said...

I loooooove this one !!

I'm moving in june, I'm so self absorbed that in my apartment now I only have my art work on the walls, I like hearing cool, and awesome from people ;)

These blogs are changing my mind (Although I have some of alberto's pieces on my wall, my roommate doesn't understand)

4:05 pm  
Blogger Oscar Grillo said...

Alberto is a damn fine artist.
Your mind will change many more times yet..I think that an essencial aspect for artistic development is to have respect and analytic sense of the past. It is very important to understand the difference between "modernity" and "contemporaneity"

4:44 pm  
Blogger Rebekit said...

It's true, almost like food, as I mature it seems new taste buds form. I have a lot yet to discover and understand. My youth was not full of culture, so I'll playing catch up.

Yes indeed, he's a damn fine artist, my favorite for now.

I met him at my second job in my industry. He made a deal with me. He'd give me my first mac if I could complete a freelance job for him. I had to vectorize some art for a style guide. I think he knew I'd fail. And so I did. He still let me keep the computer.

Years later, I still might not have the skill for the job but I'm a lot better, and I owe it all to a job that left me in tears.

Sorry for the blabber, I promise to stop now.

6:20 pm  
Blogger Oscar Grillo said...

You are welcome and can blabber as much as you want.You are not unique in failing at some job or other. We ALL failed, and some of us still do now and then. What's great about this story is the gentlemanly behaviour of Alberto by giving you the Mac anyway..Most of the other assholes would humiliate you and make you feel very small instead.

6:34 pm  
Blogger Rebekit said...

Isn't it great! To me, a true artist is also an accepting artist that looks to help others. He's like that.
Somehow I'm so lucky, I owe my career (at this point) to three good men.
I had absolutely nothing, moved out of my house at an early age, and owed money everywhere.

Three good men I ran into along the way gave me chances. There's not a day that goes by where I don't think of how lucky I am.

Talk about failing, I've come to accept that failure isn't always a bad thing. There were three more jobs that were found for me where I failed miserably. One I was highly recommended for and fired a month later.

Nowadays, luckily I don't get fired, (knock on wood) learning to accept jobs I can do, and not think I can do. Also learning to control my big mouth ;)

The beauty of life, especially life for me in New York, is that if you work really hard, and are somewhat skilled, good things will happen.

7:00 pm  
Blogger mi despertar said...

Grillo te voy a usar esta imagen
Mucha

9:22 pm  

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