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My daughter attends a private school that from all outward appearances, and from the the tuition charged, would seem to be quite healthy.
I was in their office last year and noticed on the bulletin board a photo of one of the long time teacher/administrators. Seems as though this man was retiring and preperations were being made to honor him. He had given some 30 odd years of service to the school, and the sports complex was just given his name. A much beloved figure it would seem.
Thinking there may be an opening here for a not too shy portrait artist, I made a pitch to the lady at the desk (people I have known since kindergarten). "Wonderful idea" she proclaimed, let me take your information, (a proposal including samples, size and cost estimates etc., which I had later e-mailed to her) and forward it on to the persons who make these calls.
I soon after got a letter that my proposal was being evaluated. Shortly after that I got a letter stating that they had decided to take a photo of the gent instead.
I know this doesn't prove the point one way or the other, it's just one more anecdotal story. Our work will never just die abruptly on some random Thursday afternoon, however, there may be a shrinking, a slow walk toward a time when the market is so small that only a handful can call it a living. It would seem that regarding these matters, technology, and what may be an ever decreasing discretionary budget, are not our friend. I hope I'm wrong, I'm feeling a bit crotchety this evening.
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Mike McCarty
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