Memory and Heritage
Thirty-three years ago, America celebrated its bicentennial. Anybody else remember the "Hands Across America" campaign? Not the 1986 fundraiser, but the original one that reportedly "failed completely and never took place." Well, Battle Creek, Michigan was along the original route and I was among the 200 or so people who showed up and stretched out along a block or two of the Michigan Mall, holding hands at the designated time. It was lame, but kind of sweet. The three other people I was with that day had great fun forming "Hands Around the Clock Tower" and taking silly pictures of ourselves doing it.
In 1976, I'd never made professional use of a single one of the items currently featured at The Museum of Forgotten Art Supplies. Then again, I never was an artist, not that kind at least. I still need a see-thru ruler (with the right sort of printing on it) to draw two parallel lines. But glancing quickly through the images tonight, I found well over 33 tools I've held in my hands and pieces of equipment I've used to make money in the 33 years since. There are many I still own.
Like the other museum visitors who commented, I use my Pantone books regularly. My loupe, too, actually. You won't find my clear acrylic rollers, X-acto knives, and box of blades among the "Shop at Geri's" merchandise; they're tools I treasure and use enough that I would feel handicapped without them. If you're looking for a drafting table, I suppose we could talk, but I'd certainly miss mine if it were gone even if I didn't miss the debt its sale would pay off. For not being "that kind of artist," I certainly have a surprising number of their tools.
I smiled at the photos of non-photo blue pencils, a KroyType lettering machine, the Haberule, smelly Design markers, waxers large and small, rubylith, Bestine, Rapidograph eraser, and so much more. They're all on my "not yet forgotten, but no longer used" list.
Thirty-three years. So much has changed; so much endures. Two hundred and thirty-three years? Yep, same story. Happy birthday, America. Here's to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Here's to you.
In 1976, I'd never made professional use of a single one of the items currently featured at The Museum of Forgotten Art Supplies. Then again, I never was an artist, not that kind at least. I still need a see-thru ruler (with the right sort of printing on it) to draw two parallel lines. But glancing quickly through the images tonight, I found well over 33 tools I've held in my hands and pieces of equipment I've used to make money in the 33 years since. There are many I still own.
Like the other museum visitors who commented, I use my Pantone books regularly. My loupe, too, actually. You won't find my clear acrylic rollers, X-acto knives, and box of blades among the "Shop at Geri's" merchandise; they're tools I treasure and use enough that I would feel handicapped without them. If you're looking for a drafting table, I suppose we could talk, but I'd certainly miss mine if it were gone even if I didn't miss the debt its sale would pay off. For not being "that kind of artist," I certainly have a surprising number of their tools.
I smiled at the photos of non-photo blue pencils, a KroyType lettering machine, the Haberule, smelly Design markers, waxers large and small, rubylith, Bestine, Rapidograph eraser, and so much more. They're all on my "not yet forgotten, but no longer used" list.
Thirty-three years. So much has changed; so much endures. Two hundred and thirty-three years? Yep, same story. Happy birthday, America. Here's to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Here's to you.