Summary of Qualifications
Professional speaker and seminar leader
Creative Suite Conference
Magazine Association of the Southeast Annual Conference
Practicalia, LLC/Atlanta, GA: 10/2002 to present
Sterling Ledet & Associates /Atlanta, GA: 3/2000 to 10/2002
IPD Printing & Distributing /Atlanta, GA: 7/1995-3/2000
American Color /Atlanta, GA: 2/1994-5/1995
Graphics International /Atlanta, GA: 8/1988-2/1994
Graphics Atlanta /Norcross, GA: 4/1977-8/1988
There was artboard and India Ink, and 6x0 jewel-tip Kohinoor Rapidographs kept clean by judicious rinsing and acts of faith. I still have a 30-year-old wad of artgum: It's a bit petrified, but after a good kneading can still fulfill its purpose. French curves, lovingly polished free of nicks, and rulers with strips of tape to lift the edge long after the cork was gone. Prestype (I still have the burnishing tools somewhere), striping tape and ruling pens. The production art job was a respite from life in the lab as a chemistry major. "I'll take a break," I thought. "Then I'll go back and finish my degree."
Then I became a film stripper. (It's not what you think: think "photocompositor"). Eventually I attained, to the horror of a politically-correct roommate, journeyman status. I'm sorry, but "JourneyPerson" does not capture the melding of art and science that befits a craftsman. Craftsperson. Craftsbroad...
My toolbox was well-stocked: two Ulano knives for Rubylith, assorted sharpening and polishing stones, double-headed cutters, every size of technical pen and marker. Winsor Newton sable brushes and that wonderful red Grumbacher opaque. I was the Knockout Queen: give me the bicycles! The fans! The plants with tiny leaves! I treasured my ParaMag for the molecular view of registration marks. Yum: Exactitude. The same love of pattern and form that had made Chemistry appealing was repurposed. Once, I had contemplated the Periodic Table, but soon atomic weights gave way to Pantone numbers.
When the digital solutions began, I was the first person in the Southeast (and the first woman in the US, I've been told) to run a Crosfield Color Electronic Prepress system. X-Acto knives were replaced with a succession of clumsy computer mice, and my gaze switched from light table to computer monitor. The Age of the Pixel had begun.
Fast-forward many years, and now I'm a technical writer and software trainer, trying to teach designers how to use Adobe tools without hurting themselves.
In some ways, I miss the old hands-on approach. But at least the scars on my hands have healed.