Still flat out. Juggling on-line study, lecturing duties and fitting in a surf at every opportunity. Who'd have thought this time, after 8 years of relentless effort to finish my PhD, would end up being yet another intense learning period. I have been catapulted into a world of saturated colour, typography, digital software and a whole new way of looking at the world. For someone of my vintage this has to be a good thing, right - if learning fends off altzheimer's then things are looking good for me in my dotage.
I don't expect any sympathy - it's clearly my own fault - my decision. But I have to defend myself - I am now of an age considered by many to be 'too old', 'dispensible' and probably even 'surplus to requirements' in a clamouring workforce. But dammit, my motto is: 'evolve or die' and I'm not ready to give up just yet. It's a matter of necessity as much as anything - the retirement age is a goal post that keeps getting moved further away every year. Even if I wanted to retire I couldn't - I am going to need to keep working.
Unfortunately the graphic design industry seems to be a young person's domain. I teach in that field and I wonder how much longer I can stay there. If the funding holds out, my university lecturer duties at least allow me to be 'old and wise', but in the commercial digital media age I get the impression that anyone over 40 should move over and think seriously about retiring. Except that my generation is the first to wholeheartedly reject the 'generation gap' and insists on growing old disgracefully.
I accept that life has it's own rhythms and stuff happens I can't control. But until or unless that happens - for those of you who think I should lay down and die - sorry kids, it's a big 'fuck you'.
images: some of my latest work - Photoshop, Illustrator and vector self-portrait (top).