When I started at Bullseye 25 years ago there were 20 of us. I knew everyone. I worked in the warehouse – between preparing export documents and other stuff (yep. My best day I packed 17 crates of glass – probably still my greatest accomplishment at BE)
“You want me to work where? Doing what?” – moi, circa 1985
Today there are over 120 of us. I am the Gallery Director. I hardly know anyone at the factory anymore. It makes me sad sometimes.
As the last post proves, I even – almost – miss noticing some pretty incredible artists who work in the belly of the bull.
Then someone sent me this link yesterday with the note: “New warehouse employee that is apparently an amateur photographer. I found this on his blog:”
Doesn’t look very “amateur” to me.
I don’t know you, but I sure like your eye.