Techman
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Some 55 years ago I first saw the magic flowing from the brush of a sign painter. I remember being so completely fascinated that I watched him until he was done with the panel. It must have taken at least an hour or more. That says something about the magic for a 7 yr old to stand mesmerized for a complete panel.
One day another painter came by and asked for some paint. My mentor gave him some and I was again puzzled as to why he would do that. After all it was his paint and I knew how valuable it was to him. He answered by simply saying " he needed it". He will pay it back twice what I gave him. A few days later it came back in a brand new full can. A lesson well learned. He said... The other guy was not any competition to me. He is a brother in the craft. He said the competition was the general public who had no idea of the skill required to do his magic. The competition was the mercenary who would attempt to take advantage and fail to return. The competition was anyone who would beat down the price of anything he had.
Epiphany,, Competition is anyone who beats down the price..
Over the years I came to understand a special bond among sign painters from different walks of life. I had the privilege to host and be hosted by sign painters from literally around the world. One memorable New Years eve was when Dave and Liddy Drane and his brother in-law and sister from traveling Australia spent New Years evening with me and my two boys detonating fireworks at my home. Such is the bond of the old guard when merely knowing someone by name yet had never met was enough to create conversation and every thing in common. This was not the first experience with the "brotherhood". Over the years discovering someone in need meant something had to be done. Sharing of materials, resources, knowledge, and bread was the way it is. Some kind of aid was in store especially if one suffered a serious setback through no fault of their own.
I think the guys in the original Letterheads at their first gathering in their were expressing an unwritten but thoroughly understood spiritual bond. It was loosely defined but not spoken understanding. They just knew it, experienced it and wanted it to grow. I went to many a letterhead meet and was embraced like a family member. One meet I watched a guest get asked to leave. I didn't get it was to why he was kicked out. But later I figured it out. That guy was a mercenary competition.
The lesson.
Some decades ago I worked with an old crotchety geezer who cussed me, them, every one and anything every day and all day. He was especially fierce at any and every perceived lack of respect towards him and especially his beloved brush skills. The shop was a mess but his brushes were immaculate. The paint shelves had hundreds of can of 1 shot in various stages of use. Each can carried the remnants of every job produced. Drips and runs defined each color at a glance. There was no searching of labels. The gist was right there in plain view. Some cans were way beyond having any value as paint. Yet there they sat in all their glory never to be thrown away. He held on to them not because he was a hoarder. But because they represented that is the way he wanted things to be. Valued, and prized forever. Those cans were icons representing the value of a bond. I've observed that shelf of paints in so many shops from one side of this country to the other. It seems to be among the first areas of value in a shop visit.
A particularly hot day he blessed out a dude that came into the shop asking for some kind of pointer on some job. It was an eye opening event as the guy turned on his heel and jogged out the door. Jacksonville was hot during the summer. But it was very hot that day. Not because of the summer heart but because of the lesson. He said the guy was stealing his secrets. It was a conundrum of epic proportions. Stealing secrets? On one hand he was allowing me to get some carefully measured pointers yet at the same time he was hostile to any one else looking for a tidbit of an idea. At the time the first thought was this old curmudgeon had no time to teach anything to future competition. He said that many times over the months. Future competition? Was he fearful of competition? How could he with all the work he had. Was I not future competition? The question remained unanswered for years.
Now I am at the old curmudgeon's age and the question returned with a clear answer. First and foremost he wasn't against competition from fellow sign painters.. He was fighting against something else. He was fighting against the decay of the spiritual bond. He was rejecting the competition. Yes that is what he meant. There is an unspoken honor among fellow artisans who all know respect of each others ability. He was all for building a personal relationship with others at the same time was against being treated as a commodity. He was all about respecting each others willingness to come to the aid of another whether it was for paints, substrates, or knowledge and trade each with a fair value. Each was given and yet each was returned many times over. Unneeded supplies would pass on to another and the receiver would pay whatever was asked. First, all knew it held value. Second it was worth the price. Both artisans would come together in mutual aid avoiding the dickering, bartering, and attempts to cheap the other. The price was one fraction of the deal. The bond was a much bigger part of immeasurable value.
Has this type of behavior appeared on this board? Many times a new member would post and take an immediate beating while a different new member would post and be welcomed. What was the difference? Was one perceived as a future brother with a personal bond. Or was he perceived as competition and a mercenary?
In our interaction with others in the business.. Do we interact with each other as competition or do we act with a mutual benefit for all?
What do you think? Please tell me.
One day another painter came by and asked for some paint. My mentor gave him some and I was again puzzled as to why he would do that. After all it was his paint and I knew how valuable it was to him. He answered by simply saying " he needed it". He will pay it back twice what I gave him. A few days later it came back in a brand new full can. A lesson well learned. He said... The other guy was not any competition to me. He is a brother in the craft. He said the competition was the general public who had no idea of the skill required to do his magic. The competition was the mercenary who would attempt to take advantage and fail to return. The competition was anyone who would beat down the price of anything he had.
Epiphany,, Competition is anyone who beats down the price..
Over the years I came to understand a special bond among sign painters from different walks of life. I had the privilege to host and be hosted by sign painters from literally around the world. One memorable New Years eve was when Dave and Liddy Drane and his brother in-law and sister from traveling Australia spent New Years evening with me and my two boys detonating fireworks at my home. Such is the bond of the old guard when merely knowing someone by name yet had never met was enough to create conversation and every thing in common. This was not the first experience with the "brotherhood". Over the years discovering someone in need meant something had to be done. Sharing of materials, resources, knowledge, and bread was the way it is. Some kind of aid was in store especially if one suffered a serious setback through no fault of their own.
I think the guys in the original Letterheads at their first gathering in their were expressing an unwritten but thoroughly understood spiritual bond. It was loosely defined but not spoken understanding. They just knew it, experienced it and wanted it to grow. I went to many a letterhead meet and was embraced like a family member. One meet I watched a guest get asked to leave. I didn't get it was to why he was kicked out. But later I figured it out. That guy was a mercenary competition.
The lesson.
Some decades ago I worked with an old crotchety geezer who cussed me, them, every one and anything every day and all day. He was especially fierce at any and every perceived lack of respect towards him and especially his beloved brush skills. The shop was a mess but his brushes were immaculate. The paint shelves had hundreds of can of 1 shot in various stages of use. Each can carried the remnants of every job produced. Drips and runs defined each color at a glance. There was no searching of labels. The gist was right there in plain view. Some cans were way beyond having any value as paint. Yet there they sat in all their glory never to be thrown away. He held on to them not because he was a hoarder. But because they represented that is the way he wanted things to be. Valued, and prized forever. Those cans were icons representing the value of a bond. I've observed that shelf of paints in so many shops from one side of this country to the other. It seems to be among the first areas of value in a shop visit.
A particularly hot day he blessed out a dude that came into the shop asking for some kind of pointer on some job. It was an eye opening event as the guy turned on his heel and jogged out the door. Jacksonville was hot during the summer. But it was very hot that day. Not because of the summer heart but because of the lesson. He said the guy was stealing his secrets. It was a conundrum of epic proportions. Stealing secrets? On one hand he was allowing me to get some carefully measured pointers yet at the same time he was hostile to any one else looking for a tidbit of an idea. At the time the first thought was this old curmudgeon had no time to teach anything to future competition. He said that many times over the months. Future competition? Was he fearful of competition? How could he with all the work he had. Was I not future competition? The question remained unanswered for years.
Now I am at the old curmudgeon's age and the question returned with a clear answer. First and foremost he wasn't against competition from fellow sign painters.. He was fighting against something else. He was fighting against the decay of the spiritual bond. He was rejecting the competition. Yes that is what he meant. There is an unspoken honor among fellow artisans who all know respect of each others ability. He was all for building a personal relationship with others at the same time was against being treated as a commodity. He was all about respecting each others willingness to come to the aid of another whether it was for paints, substrates, or knowledge and trade each with a fair value. Each was given and yet each was returned many times over. Unneeded supplies would pass on to another and the receiver would pay whatever was asked. First, all knew it held value. Second it was worth the price. Both artisans would come together in mutual aid avoiding the dickering, bartering, and attempts to cheap the other. The price was one fraction of the deal. The bond was a much bigger part of immeasurable value.
Has this type of behavior appeared on this board? Many times a new member would post and take an immediate beating while a different new member would post and be welcomed. What was the difference? Was one perceived as a future brother with a personal bond. Or was he perceived as competition and a mercenary?
In our interaction with others in the business.. Do we interact with each other as competition or do we act with a mutual benefit for all?
What do you think? Please tell me.