Career
68 creative works found
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*model/ concept: Art laugh because it’s funny, and cry because it’s so pitifully true, guys… the fact remains that even if you’re a talented design/ art/ photography student, the size of your income may not always be quite so proportionate to the size of your skill. (of course, if you throw in a heavy dose of prayer and ambition, THEN the equation changes…) special thanks to Art for coming up with the idea for this photo, and just being ballsy enough to do this at a freeway exit, where I’m sure drivers were more than a little weirded out by what they saw oh, and by the way… do you guys remember the good ol’ days when we thought $2.87 for a gallon of gas was expensive? we were young, naive and innocent then… fun fact: this photo is nearly two years old! I took this back in late 2006 when I didn’t even have my dSLR yet! I normally don’t go back that far when searching for past photos that are worthy of being tweaked in the lab, but this one was special :)
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Water is considered the Career Element in the study of Feng Shui. / I’ve incorporated the color blue and a variety of textures in this acrylic painting. Original 16” x 20” on gallery wrapped canvas “You don’t miss your water until your well runs dry.” -an old country proverb
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Taken in Oregon at a beautiful little city park. / ________________________________________________________ Please visit my professional site: – Charles Dobbs Photography and receive a 10% discount off my RedBubble Pricing when you order RedBubble Products directly from me! Please take a look at some of my other great photographs! /
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Can You Help Me Out??
by Naomi FrostHi everyone. I’m writing this journal in the hopes of gaining some advice, hints and perhaps even hearing about your personal storie…
Hi everyone. I’m writing this journal in the hopes of gaining some advice, hints and perhaps even hearing about your personal stories of how to get into photography as a career. I’ve been a High School English/History/Drama teacher for almost 10years and I’m in need of a career change. At the moment I am only working part-time and won’t have to return to full time work until my youngest son starts school – that will be in 2 years. So I figure I’ve got 2 years to get myself organised. Financially, I’m not in a position to start up my own business therefore I’m going to need to find somebody who wants to employ me. My first questions relate to getting a portfolio/CV organised. What’s the best way to go about it? Do people still have portfolio’s with hard copies or is digital preferred? If hard copies, what size? What should I include in them? How diverse should they be???? Like I said, any advice would be greatly appreciated. Secondly, is anyone likely to employ a self-taught photographer?? I haven’t had any official educational training relating to photography, but I am a quick learner! Obviously I have skills as I am a teacher, but will this be enough? So…just hearing your personal stories will give me some ideas. Also, if you think I need a reality check please tell me. I don’t want to kid myself into thinking I could do this as a career if there really is no chance. I’d be much better off trying to convince myself to stay teaching! Thanks in advance for your advice. Oh, just one last thing…..anyone need an assistant???
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I thought this would be a nice card to illustrate the old cliche, “A woman’s work is never done,” and to honor women everywhere who work hard at home, on the job, within the family circle, in the community, in the church, in public service. This energetic little Eastern bluebird female exemplifies an honorable work ethic in her diligence at nest-building. (Note the bedraggled look of poor little Mama’s feathers; temperatures were in the 90s and she was really feeling the heat and humidity! Just about the same concept as a housewife sweating over the stove or the ironing board!)
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This is a pastel pen and ink drawing of The Man, Big Brother, his corporations and evils doings… He is saying Ha Ha Ha to all of us.
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** Chase the dream 100% or nurture the hobby?
by RedBubbleHere in the RedBubble office we’ve been loving the range of your work and your diverse backgrounds. Some of you are studying, others are …
Here in the RedBubble office we’ve been loving the range of your work and your diverse backgrounds. Some of you are studying, others are creative professionals, some have just stumbled across creative skills and passions after years working in other fields, and others are becoming so addicted to your creative hobbies they are starting to take over! Do you wish you’d backed your creative talents earlier in your life and career? Or do you think it is better to build up a solid backup plan and then explore your creative potential once you have established some security? As Edith Piaf would sing “non je ne regrette rien” – regret nothing – but what advice would you give your kids? Chase the dream 100% or nurture the hobby?
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Digital mixed media / Copyright © LiorG 2007
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Pastel drawing of a Pig reading the Pig Inquirer Newspaper. This was drawn in San Francisco 1998.
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Pastel drawing of a Pig reading Pig Inquirer Newspaper.
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Before I threw a temper tantrum, quit my exec job and became an impoverished freelancer, I braved the yuppie commute each day to my small cubicle in the city. Bumper to bumper…......our briefcases perched on the backseat filled with work that we were either too tired or too hung-over to complete at home. Lost skeleton souls in a city of “haves” and “have nots”.
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Thank you RB
by Alan RodmellJust a quick Journal entry to thanks all my fellow photographers on RB. Since my first login a month or so ago I have found nothing bu…
Just a quick Journal entry to thanks all my fellow photographers on RB. Since my first login a month or so ago I have found nothing but support and encouragement from all on RB. You have provided me with the drive to improve my skills and the motivation to strive to do so. Not only have I gained many sources of knowledge and expertise, but I have also made new friends (I hope :D) I honestly did not expect RB to be so socially addictive as it is. That is not a bad thing at all. Rather it is the driving force behind our community. Joining RB has been the single most important step in my emerging photographic career. It has provided me with the support, encouragement and self-confidence to want to take my work to the next level…..and its all down to you….. Thank you Red Bubble…..
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This t-shirt was inspired by a friend who informed me about a huge debate on the internet that I had been oblivious to. Ninja’s versus Pirates (who would wn) This t-shirt is in his honour for lightening up my day and making me laugh. There is a 2nd shirt about Ninja career option also uploaded. I also hope to follow up with some pirate ones or ones about the debate itself.
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The wild sea
by Joanne SchoenwaldThe phone rang at half past nine in the morning. I was in the routine of getting up early, packing my lunch, eating breakfast and getting…
The phone rang at half past nine in the morning. I was in the routine of getting up early, packing my lunch, eating breakfast and getting dressed to go out to work if the phone should ring and a school request that I go to teach for the day. If the phone didn’t ring, I got changed into something more comfortable, put my lunch in the fridge to eat later on, and went to my computer to work on writing a novel. I was clacking on my keyboard, Pachabel’s Canon playing in the background, when the ringing broke into my thoughts. It was the teaching agency. A teacher at a local primary school had gone home sick. Could I go in? I arrived a few minutes before the little six year olds finished their morning tea. I tried to orient myself with the room, looking for storage locations that might be hiding books, games or art supplies. There was obviously an underwater theme going on. Long streamers of blues and greens hung from the ceiling, with cut-out pictures of octopuses, fish, shells, sharks and whales dancing in the breeze. Large, blue silken sheets were tacked from the walls to the ceiling creating billowing waves above my head. I had to duck down to move through some parts of the room. The children’s artwork was on display on pin boards and a few struggling plants sat along the window ledge. I had no idea what work they had done that morning, I did not have a class list of names, there was no lesson plan from their teacher, and I had no idea what to do with them when they came in the door. The bell rang all too soon. Small faces burst through the door. They shot wary glances at me and then ran on, grabbing toys from cupboards and scattering to corners of the room. The best trick I had found for getting little ones’ attention was to sit down and get them to sit at my feet while I read them a story. It also bought me some more time to come up with an activity to do with them. I grabbed a picture book and seated myself down on a tiny chair, calling them to come and sit. Some did, crossing their legs and waiting patiently. But many more did not. They completely ignored me and continued playing their games on the floor. Without knowing their names, I was at a distinct disadvantage. ‘Boys,’ I directed my voice and stare to my right. ‘It’s time to pack that away and come and sit on the floor please.’ Reluctantly, they moved and sat on the floor. From the opposite corner, a girl squealed. I looked up to see a boy holding her artwork between his hands in a gesture that clearly said, don’t make me do it—I will tear this up. ‘Excuse me, please put that down and come and sit on the floor.’ The boy considered me only briefly before tearing the picture in two, the paper shrieking beneath his fingers. I gasped. The girl cried. ‘That’s David. He’s mean,’ one of the children on the floor said. Indeed. ‘David, you’ve got three seconds to come and sit on the floor. One…’ He stood his ground. ‘Two…’ He glared at the crying girl and raised his fist as if to hit her. ‘Three. Come and sit down now!’ He waited for one more second and then lowered his fist and sulked to the floor. The crying girl picked up her torn artwork and put it up on the bench. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘He shouldn’t have done that. Come and sit down. David, that was very disrespectful of … I’m sorry, what’s your name?’ ‘Amy.’ ‘That was disrespectful of Amy’s work. I want you to apologise.’ ‘Sorry,’ he said. He looked like he was made to apologise to students all the time. I tried to gain some order. ‘Amy come and join us. Alright. Let’s all sit down for a story.’ But by then, the students that had previously sat down had lost their tiny patience and were now running around the room. I abandoned the story. ‘What work were you doing this morning before morning tea?’ I asked a boy as he wandered past me with a plastic action man in his hand. ‘Spelling.’ Good. Spelling. That ruled that one out. My eyes roamed around the room. Little people seemed to be spilling over the edges of my sanity in all directions. I decided to instruct a few students at a time, rather than trying to harness the attention of the whole class all at once. Bit by bit, I got them in their seats and doing maths puzzles out of their books. I took a deep breath to try and release the tightness in my gut. Then another girl started to cry. I went to her. ‘What’s the matter?’ ‘Julie cut me,’ she wailed, indicating the girl sitting next to her. ‘What?’ I looked at Julie, who stared at me blankly with wide eyes. In her hand, was a pair of scissors. ‘Julie, why did you do that?’ Silence. ‘You have hurt… I’m sorry, what’s your name?’ ‘Re-bec-ca,’ she sniffed. ‘You have hurt Rebecca. Why did you do that?’ I asked again. More silence. ‘Well, we do not do that here. That is not acceptable behaviour. Hand over your scissors.’ / Julie did not move. I took the scissors from her. I offered Rebecca a band-aid from the first aid kit under the teacher’s desk. There were children moving around the room again. I wished I could tether them to their chairs. I could see them out of the corner of my eye, but I wanted to fix Rebecca’s arm first. ‘There you go,’ I said, giving her arm a final pat and trying desperately to stay calm. / David was up out of his seat. He grabbed the spray bottle that was obviously used to water the plants and squirted it at students. Then he aimed it at the artwork on the pin board and shot a stream of water through the centre. Coloured pastels began to leak down the pieces, like tears. This kid sure had an issue with other people’s property. ‘David!’ He threw the bottle on the ground and ran out the door, jumping over the port racks and landing metres below into the cement quadrangle. I squealed. I rushed out to the verandah, fifteen pairs of little feet following me, and peeked over the edge, expecting to see him lying with a twisted and broken leg. Instead, he was on his feet and running towards the toilet block. ‘David!’ He kept running. I chose a boy who seemed to be calm and responsible. ‘Follow him to the toilets,’ I said. ‘Wait with him and then bring him back here. If he won’t come back with you, go straight to the principal’s office and tell them that David’s out of class.’ The boy nodded and walked smartly out the door. He looked like he was made to supervise other students all the time. ‘Back inside please.’ I herded the other children back into the classroom, pushing my way through the crazy, dangling sea creatures. Most of them had just sat down when there was a knock at the door. I turned around to see the principal standing there with David. ‘Lost one?’ she asked mildly, eyebrows touching her fringe. I groaned. ‘Yes, he ran out the door without asking. Sorry. Thank you.’ She nodded and walked away, leaving me shame-faced and feeling sick and incompetent. Thankfully, she did not know that there was another boy out there, now looking for David. ‘David, go back to your seat. You must not leave the room without permission.’ He didn’t move. Legally, I was not allowed to touch a student. But there was little I could do in this class of hyperactive children in their psychedelic classroom. The sea had claimed them, turned them into feral creatures of its own. I could imagine them with their long, stringy seaweed hair, carrying pitch forks, catching a current, going where they liked, and doing as they pleased. I took his hand. He surrendered and I led him back to his seat. The boy I had sent to find David came back. ‘I couldn’t find him,’ he announced. ‘So I went to the principal and told her he was missing.’ When would this day end? ‘It’s okay. He’s here. Thank you.’ I forced a smile. He shrugged and went back to his maths. When at last the lunchtime bell rang, I sent them outside, closed the door and lay on the floor under the ceiling fan, watching the wild sea spin above my head. I prayed for the strength to get through the rest of the afternoon. I prayed that no one would die before three o’clock.
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Conceptual view of the retirement day. The gold watch is the reward of all the years of hard work and now money is more important than ever.
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Can be used as a Birthday card or thank you card for your favorite pet sitter; whether they be professional or your neighbour or family. / Also good for a display of professions or for careers day! hee hee
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An open door and musings...
by DamianI’ve always found when I’ve loved someone’s RB space, I’ve gone for a look for more information in a journal, which then gives a chance t…
I’ve always found when I’ve loved someone’s RB space, I’ve gone for a look for more information in a journal, which then gives a chance to say hi or comment on their cool profile. I hadn’t worried about one for me though, but, here it is, bright and shiny! So more about me. I like being a pisces, and like seeing what other pisces get up to, and whether they’re happy. I think I’m good at the science job I do now. My personality is different to norm for that work, so I have the opportunity to see the holes left by them (also makes for confusion!). Does anyone here use personality type at all? I’ve often wondered about posting the question to the forums because I think it’s facinating. [Myers-Briggs anyone?] Me, I’m ‘INFP’, 1% of the population. God knows how I finished a PhD! I wasn’t kidding in my profile when I said it was an ordeal. It was tough to finish, but I’m glad I persevered. I kept a diary of what I was thinking/feeling during the last year of it, and it doesn’t paint a good picture, looking back over it. Science research is interesting, at a conceptual level. It can deteriate into tedium in the detail though. Still, I know I’ve got access to knowledge that is gold for science fiction writing! I haven’t posted any here yet, as they were some of the first creative things I wrote a couple of years ago, so are basically interesting ideas buried in some bad writing. Its on my list of things to do, metaphorically. Anyway… if you’ve made it to the end, you should go read my stories!!! Joking. But, I’d love to know what you think. RB is so visual. I spend more time here with images too.
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Frustration
by Natalie PerkinsI get so frustrated with my work and where I’m going. It’s hard to tell if I’m going in the right direction. I have a serious wrist i…
I get so frustrated with my work and where I’m going. It’s hard to tell if I’m going in the right direction. I have a serious wrist injury (RSI) in my right arm, the arm I use to do everything. I use it for work and play, and there’s going to come a time when I can’t use it any more because it has been totally destroyed by my compulsion to keep working on the things I love, that are, ironically, dependant on the function of my arm and wrist. Some days, I think I should just quit ahead of the game. Save my arm. Is my work worth it? On days like today, I’m likely to say that it isn’t. It’s pretty easy being tortured when you’re an artist, eh?
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Twelve Months on Redbubble
by Stephen MitchellMy response to ’ What Has Redbubble Done for You?...
My response to ’ What Has Redbubble Done for You? ’. It didn’t take me long to type this out, but I took a bit longer to sort out the words into a readable format. Redbubble has … 1. Allowed me to to read and write constructive articles of personal interest … specifically DPI and copyright legislation 2. Made me rethink my future, abilities, desires and career. 3. Has introduced me to the most amazing photographers around the world, a lot of whom are in my locality! 4. Made me learn / ... .... about the features of my DSLR, / ... ... how to utilise multimedia to fix and alter images, / ... ... more about the style of photography I truly prefer, / ... ... about finances and running a small business. / ... ... how to find and make customers in the REAL world. 5. Been my addiction since April 2007, and I don’t see myself leaving anytime soon. 6. Has made me realise that not every image needs a critical or complimentary comment. I’ve learnt that I am number one , I need to care more about the way I present myself, and that my clientèle deserve that respect when I am putting my name against both my own and other people’s work. / All artwork is copyright© to Stephen Mitchell, All Rights Reserved. / You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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I'M FINALLY LIVING MY DREAM!!!
by LizVengeanceOh my gosh…..I have been in shock the past 2 days and haven’t been able to sit still long enough to write this, so I will keep you up t…
Oh my gosh…..I have been in shock the past 2 days and haven’t been able to sit still long enough to write this, so I will keep you up to date on why I’m all alsdjaskljdakl at the moment. As some of you may know, my DREAM is to get to do a photo shoot of my favorite band, Avenged Sevenfold, in a studio, with me being a professional finally. Well, I’m 17, a junior in high school, and I am now living my dream. I got a call from my boss, and because of my photos I got at Taste of Chaos, I am now the official PROFESSIONAL photographer for Schecter in DALLAS!!!!!!! So he had me change my company name, so it would look more professional. So now my website is finally official and finisihed. You can see it at www.LizzieVPhotography.com and that’s not all / their tour manager (I think it’s their tour manager, not 100% positive) LOVED the photos I got. So my boss is trying to set up an in-studio shoot of Avenged Sevenfold for me when they get home from their tour!!!!! I’m still expecting to wake up and be all pissed off and wanna go back to sleep. But I’m not dreaming. I know Buster would be proud of me. I pulled through a rough time, and I did what I promised him; I’m making something of myself. I just can’t believe this is happening NOW. I was expecting this once I was out of college. Hell, once I graduated HIGH SCHOOL. / but yeah, check out my website that I’m finallyyyyyy done with =] http://www.LizzieVPhotography.com
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The value of an artwork/s
by JP100Last week while riding on the bus i overheard a conversation between a couple who were discussing artworks and the value of each piece or…
Last week while riding on the bus i overheard a conversation between a couple who were discussing artworks and the value of each piece or pieces in the womans collection her response to the question of “do you think the piece in question was worth it” was so apt and true to artwork/s (especially when the subject is so hotly and often times pettily argued) that i had to put it here on the web. The lady responded to her partners question of “do you think that painting is worth that much money” by simply saying that when she first saw the work in question she felt filled with joy and an emense feeling of wonder and had to buy the work as she felt connected to it. Ever since buying the work (im assuming many years ago) she has been through a divorce and the passing of family members, wonderfull successes and accomplishments and so much more. through all these times the painting had been there, in the hardest times she would look at the painting and through all the grief and sadness hurt and pain she would feel the spark of wonder and joy flicker to life again and she would find the strenght to go on and have hope for her future. When the best times and the successes and accomplishments happened in her life and brought much happiness and celebration contentment and joy of there own she would see the wonder and joy in the painting and feel the connection of the painting in her own life and was very thankfull for being in a position to purchase the painting and share the joy of that artwork with those around her. Did she think it was worth it? / she said in short “that painting has been a bright spark and shining light in my life and helped me through some of the toughest times and shared in and also brought joy and happiness to others in my circle of family and friends there is not enough money in the world that would make me sell that piece or a great many of the other works in my collection” This woman seemed to really love artwork (or at the very least her own pieces) and i think she summed up the answer to the question quite nicely. So how do you value an artwork (not including investors and gallery owners who do have to take a whole heap of other factors into account INCLUDING the feelings of the viewer/purchaser or taking into account the appreciation of displays of skill and masterfull expression of technique) I feel its up to each individual or group if its a group purchase what does the work mean to you and how does it fit into your life. Who knows really what will make the work valuable to each individual and at the end of the day its how that person feels about the work/s and there own opinion on that work/s that matters most, so next time somebody asks is it worth that much maybe they can ask the person who just bought the work for there point of view. If a person is asking from an investment point of view and its your work they are asking about then obvoiusly you will have to have some feedback to give them on what makes your work valuable and give them examples of this value. I.e growing profile in your field of artworks (watercolour, oils, drawing etc) positive responses from patrons and previous purchasers etc and some background info about you exhibitions and the like. for more on the ways and means of being a “professional/career artist” check out www.myartcareer.com its a very helpfull site for anybody thinking of becoming a career artist. I hope this has helped any and all who read this journal entry, my general rule is if you love the work or keep coming back to it then go for it! Thank you all for the feedback and comments, keep bubbling! / Regards, Jon (jp100)
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This is an abstract piece that I felt compelled to put together – this is about my feeling of fragmentation and general rainy day blues towards my current career in the construction industry. Other potential titles for it could have been – I hate my job. - update - don’t have the job anymore—yeah!
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