During
my initial panicked joblessness, my mind raced constantly about how I could
find a regular source of drawing income.
My last day of corporate life was 2/28/2005... my father's birthday of all days, considering I owed my career to him. It was after Christmas, there was no obvious event coming up other than Mother's Day. Birthdays? Anniversaries? What happens regularly that would motivate somebody to pay me for a pencil portrait?
It made sense to apply the dead dog theory to people… some of us
actually love people even more than our pets.
We have parents and grandparents and God forbid, spouses and children who leave our lives and we need to grieve and remember in our own special ways. What if I started doing memorial portraits for funeral homes? I can finish an 8x10” drawing of one person in
about an hour and a half. Maybe I could scan the image and print it on on prayer cards or thank you notes, too.
When
I get a new idea like this, I go mildly insane with excitement. I think this is part of my unfortunate case of ADD. I can’t sleep, I have racing thoughts, escalating the idea to worldwide fame status. By 2 am, I’ve built my idea up to be the single most magnificent thought of my life. I remember this happening for the first time when I was about 12. I had the idea to try and get a job at Al's Country Store in nearby Gages Lake. I could ride my bike there, I would have money for new 45 records or Love's Baby Soft or some sweet roller ball lip gloss. I laid awake all night spending my money, wondering if I'd wear an apron. After my brief whiff of sleep, I woke up thinking, "Why in the hell would I want to work in a store? I'm a kid."
Not getting a job. |
I
got a lukewarm reception in several places I visited. One woman even rolled her eyes when she thought I wasn't looking. Was I going about it in the wrong
way? What do I know about the funeral
business? I was convinced this was a
sure fire idea, but I didn't know that most funeral homes are part of big Wal-Mart like conglomerates and decisions aren't made at the local level.
But my optimism knows no limits when I get good and torked up. If I buy a lottery ticket, I give some serious and sober thought to how I should share the money with my family and whether I can get away with not sharing it with the mean ones. I’m stunned when things don’t go my way. What the?? I couldn’t figure out why these funeral people weren’t getting it.
But my optimism knows no limits when I get good and torked up. If I buy a lottery ticket, I give some serious and sober thought to how I should share the money with my family and whether I can get away with not sharing it with the mean ones. I’m stunned when things don’t go my way. What the?? I couldn’t figure out why these funeral people weren’t getting it.
Until
I jumped out of the bushes and hit a little funeral jackpot.
John and Loretta Salata were kind people and they liked the idea. Larry Stanczak, a prominent North Chicago businessman, had just passed
away and they wanted to do something special for him anyway. They ordered a portrait package and I had my
first happy, regular customer. For a while,
life was great for me in the funeral world.
If it was your time, I hoped your family called Salata.
For
almost a year, I drew a portrait for every family they served, including
prayer cards and thank you notes. They
surprised each family with the portrait hanging above the guest book at the service. Some weeks there were three or
four memorial portrait packages. My
fledgling artist bottom line needed every penny and I was grateful and pretty tickled
with myself. It felt good to be helping families honor their loved ones.
To this day, memorial portraits are the most meaningful portraits that I draw. Sometimes the photos weren’t very clear, but
I did my best. At one point the funeral
director refused to believe that I was drawing the portraits by hand. “It doesn’t matter to me,” he said, “but I’m
sure you’re doing it with a computer.” I
had to go out to my car to get a half-finished portrait to prove that I was
really drawing them. He probably couldn't draw a stick figure.
All
good things must come to an end. The director began giving me some
push back on my price. The owners' son decided that the portraits should be a paid option for the families, not
a surprise, not a gift. John
had felt that by doing it every time for every family, it would set
them apart. I thought it was a lovely
idea and damn, it was good work while it lasted.
I reached out to a few other funeral homes and at one point, I was working with five or six at a time. If they had all ordered at once, I might have been in trouble. Other business came from the funeral homes too, I did a retirement portrait for one, an engagement portrait for another, wedding invitations for yet another. But the portrait packages dwindled. A grieving family has enough decisions to make. I loved the idea of giving a portrait to every family, and not just because it helped me pay my bills. Everyone seemed so happy about it. I’d get letters from the families, thanking me. Years later at art shows, I’d get asked, “Did you used to draw portraits for Salata?” It did make the impression that John had hoped for. If they'd stuck with it, I think it would have blended beautifully with the important work they do, easing families through such difficult times.
I
actually interviewed with a funeral home during one of my fits of exasperation
in my corporate life. I was running on my
treadmill, reading an article about big life changes in Men’s Health magazine.
One man had been in the corporate grind and changed careers to the
funeral business. He said something
like, “Now my work is meaningful and I never take a single day for granted.” Wow. It spoke to me. I wanted to do something meaningful too, and
there are always plenty of customers in that business. It’s not a field for everyone, but I am a tail-wagging codependent and love to care for people. I pictured myself holding
the hands of the grieving a la Mother Teresa. It turned out that the job
entailed selling cemetery plots to my friends and family. Screw that. Drawing memorial portraits fulfilled my altruistic yet capitalist urge without cold calling my friends to talk about how they will die someday and that I should benefit.
A
couple months after I started drawing for Salata, I exhibited my work at my
hometown summer festival. I heard a
family talking as they approached my display, “I wonder if this is the artist
who drew Grandpa?” one of them wondered aloud. It was the wife and
family of Larry Stanzcak, my first memorial portrait for Salata.
His grandson, Chris Finkel, turned out to be one
of my high school classmates. We’d gone
to college together too. We hugged and
laughed at the coincidence.
Chris’s
grandmother pulled out a laminated prayer card with my portrait of her husband on
it. “I carry it everywhere,” she said, touching
my arm.
I
was sad to hear, years later, that John Salata Sr., whose health had been failing, passed
away. He was such a warm person, happy to see you and glad to talk your ear
off. I would have been honored to draw his
portrait if someone had thought to call me. In their
grief, perhaps they didn’t think of it. I
think John had been my true champion.
Five
years later, one last portrait order came from Salata and I had a final falling out
with the funeral director. The economy
had taken such a toll on all of us, we just couldn’t agree on what was
fair, couldn't agree on who was at fault about a subsequent mistake on the prayer cards. (It wasn't me. Just saying.) I hoped that last grieving family was
happy with the portrait of that last precious face, that father, husband, grandfather. I’ll always be grateful that I
ambushed the Salata’s when I needed them the most.
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Wendy I had no idea you were so talented. I knew you were a nut from the reunions but no idea you drew.
ReplyDeleteYou need to hook-up with some party planners. You could do portraits at company parties, weddings whatever.
Now I want a portrait of my dogs...
Donna Mallory
Thanks so much, Donna! You've got the nut part right. I'm always meaning to partner up with people and then I get distracted by playing games on Facebook. My portraits take a long time (hours), so I don't do on-site drawing. I did it once at a drunken Lincoln Park street fest, but the drunks didn't mind that I wasn't really that good at it on the fly. Would LOVE to draw your dogs. I put the drawings on note cards too, which people really like. Thanks so much for taking the time to comment.
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