My last post was about my new job. What I didn't mention, which needs to be said, is that it has been exactly a year since I was laid off from my last job. That last job was amazing. It lasted exactly three years and I made a difference in peoples lives. It was a job that came my way the day I decided it was time to put aside the dream of being the publisher of The Main ARTery, a magazine about the arts in the Quad-State Region of WV, MD, VA and PA. The publication lasted 3 years. Leaving that behind was near torture for me. Besides my love of art and the love of promoting art being the reason for the publication, my pride had the best of me and the memory of my Father was also wrapped up in that magazine. My father and mother were both with me in my mind and heart as I published that paper because the name they came up with years before when we were sitting in their car discussing ideas for names for another publication I was working with partners on as the Art Director which failed miserably. ANYWAY, I digress. When I knew the time had truly come to go find my job I knew only that I wanted, needed, a job where I could connect with people, with my father who I wasn't able to be with much in his last days. I had been looking VERY casually at ads for nursing type of jobs for months as I knew the magazine was nearing its end but knew I was not qualified educationally for any of the jobs I was looking at. That mysterious day in 2009 when i finally heard the whisper that "today is the day" I went to Workforce WV and scrolled through their list of jobs and my finger landed on a job that sounded absolutely perfect. I mean so perfect that I couldn't even have imagined it for myself. It was a position where I would be able to be in a vehicle most of the day driving to deliver Home Medical Equipment to Hospice patients. I have worked many a jobs in my day but the jobs where i worked as a delivery driver were by far my favorites. To be able to drive AND be able to make a difference in the lives of people who were going through the most stressful of life's mysteries was almost too good to be true. I met the owner of the company that was looking for the driver less than an hour later and walked away from the front door of his business with him literally chasing after me to tell me he felt that I would be perfect for the job and when could I start. Thinking back on that job I can't help but think about what an absolute blessing it was for me to have that job when I did. One of my sons had to be hospitalized for nearly a month during that time and my wife was diagnosed with breast cancer and we had to manage her operation and recovery as well. Working in that position for a wonderful man helped me and my family in many more ways than I can say here. Unfortunately, his company lost the contract to hospice to a national firm in order to save a few bucks and we had to close shop literally. BUT that to came at a good time. I did collect a bit of unemployment for six months and then summer came. Summer was great. I was able to be home with my kids and also help a single mom who was able to find a job in the nursing field and needed some help watching her three kids. 5 plus 3 = 8. Thank God that a few weeks into the summer I received a call from the schools letting me know that they were going to have a summer school program that would help children get a jump start on the next school year. THANK GOD so 4 of the children went there one went to a summer program at his school. one spent time with a friend helping her clean her deceased mothers home, and one went with me when I worked on a mural job that came to me right before summer. THANK GOD for that mural job which came when it did. During this time I had been looking around online at ads for gallery curators in states far away all wanting experienced curators. Also during this time with help from owners of a local gallery I opened my own exhibitions space where I could promote other artists. Never did I think seriously that I would find a job as a curator especially for a local gallery for they are far and few in between. I can count on one, maybe two hands all the art galleries around. I told my wife right at the end of summer "I will be working i feel it and I am ready" and one day when looking for galleries in Maryland where I might be able to exhibit my work or exhibit the art of a colleague of mine who I am representing I happened upon a job on a website of a company that I had not heard of before. They had a good website for their arts business. When I clicked on the Curator position I was shocked to discover that they weren't an established brick and mortar gallery but they were opening one in Hagerstown MD only a hop skip and jump away from where I go to church and where I have been working on the sign featured in the photo above. The people paying for the sign asked me if I wanted any money for my labor and in faith I said no (inside almost screaming "yes please" but also praying in faith God will provide) and so he has - AGAIN. This job is a dream come true. I am here to serve. (disclaimer - there is so much more to this story that goes beyond reason and words - at this time - that I will try to formulate if it be his will that I share it.) In Peace. Artfully yours, David
Happy to announce that I will begin working for The Fine Arts Company as their new Curator. The company is opening their first store in Hagerstown MD. and carries a large variety of fine arts from glass and wood to pottery and metal. They also carry one of a kind jewelry pieces to other original American made wearable art. I stress American made but everything in the store is made by artisans and craftsmen from the good ole US of A. I am very excited to be working with the owners of the company as they have great vision for their company and for what they can offer to the arts in America.
11th generation artisan working in the shadows of the nations capitol at the top of the Shenandoah Valley