1. I sent an email today to some of ‘my’ artists and was reminded, looking at the list of names, that they are almost all male. Certainly all the ones working digitally are male. And even amongst the illustrators still working traditionally – in paint on paper – only two out of the 23 I commissioned on the last big project which used watercolour artwork were women.
This is a little odd, especially given how female-dominated Publishing is as an industry. Virtually our entire office is female, from the CEO to the Receptionist. Only one of our editors is male and only three out of the 10 or so designers we contract as freelancers are male.
I sit in the middle, trying to ‘translate’ between the “monstrous regiment of women” (gotta love old Knox) and an international mob of borderline autistic male artists.
As the book illustration business moves ever more exclusively toward digitally rendered artwork, I wonder whether this will mean fewer and fewer women thrive in – or even enter – the field. I hope not.
2. Is it wrong to admire a male fellow practitioner’s physique in Yoga class? It is? I’m supposed to be focusing on my chakras and zenly above such earthly considerations? Oh. Too late… He really does have the most lovely shoulders.
3. The City to Surf is a 14km (8.6 miles – count ’em!) road race from central Sydney to Bondi beach. It takes place every August and somehow I seem to find myself in charge of a team of 8 colleagues who plan to enter this year in aid of a local charity. None of whom have ever entered a race before nor run more than a couple of hundred yards since school. Three of whom didn’t even own a pair of trainers, in fact.
We – well, four out of the eight of us – went for our first training run on Monday night. And by god they were good! We got all the way over Harbour Bridge with only one stop to stretch and two of them even managed some fartlek* on the return leg.
They apparently enjoyed it and surprised themselves with what they achieved, thanks to a little encouragement and the example of a ‘hare’ to follow… although this hare was a little more tortoise-like than hare, to be perfectly honest.
Anyway, I particularly enjoyed watching them stretch at the end; trying to bend at the hips with a straight back and touch the floor with their hands without bending their knees. Excellent stretch for the hamstrings. And really quite amusing to witness. Not often one has the opportunity to encourage one’s colleagues to thrust their bums skyward. Heh heh.
I’m now considering getting team t-shirts made. Suggestions for designs and slogans gratefully received…
* Fartlek: Swedish word which sounds more fun than it actually is, viz. alternately running fast and slow in order to build stamina and cardio fitness. Shattering, yes, but it works a treat.