…what employer would hire some ‘blow-in’ from interstate?
(with audio) Previously it was about That Elusive First Job. Now a new adventure! I had some idea that I was going to be some famous artist when I finished studies in fine arts years ago. I really ‘drank the Kool-aid’ on that one. So I moved north interstate to a great tourist town on Queensland’s Gold Coast. I started to look for work. I looked and I looked and I looked. Month after month I pounded that pavement, applied for those jobs, and wrote those targeted cover letters. Nothing! Plenty of knock backs. I even offered to work for free and still ‘a flat no’… It was really soul destroying.
The monotone robot voice “this train will stop at…North Sydney”. Clackety clack clackety clack is what I hear as the morning train makes it’s way over the Sydney Harbour Bridge. I am struck by the solid stance of a health care worker with her badge dangling off her uniform in the main carriage. A girl in school uniform is about to get off when the train arrives.
I sketch basic lines to show the directions that eyes are facing. Not caught up in the detail. This is a basic drawing technique used when artists begin deciding on facial features.
I’m listening to the chatter on a crowded city train platform. Some lament that even though they have gone to uni they still can’t get a full time job. I like the guy with the glasses on the right as he gazes up the crowded platform to see if what he heard was a train coming. It’s so hard to capture the moment sometimes as people move around the space. My pics are in real time and so very pleased to have listened to the chatter while capturing this.
This sketch was drawn in the afternoon peak while waiting for a train at an underground station at Wynyard in Sydney CBD . It was a connecting train that I was waiting for here. These people, as with me, were making their journey south into the suburbs to places like Hurstville, Kogarah, Sutherland and the like.
Familiar faces you never acknowledge, the smell of perfume and freshly laundered clothes. In a train I was hunkered down and switched off from what was going on around me. So were they. They were in their own space considering their own day.