The unidentifiable beauty in the values of talent.
It’s a question that pops up every now and then; “What am I worth?” Well, maybe not me as a person, but the talents I received when I was born and the effort I made to improve those skills. There were times that all these years in school, evening classes, practising and the months of unpaid internship were appreciated and the value of knowledge and craftsmanship was rewarded with a job or, later on in life, paying customers and realistic contracts with companies. In my case restoring frames for Dutch and German museums, designing and making picture frames for galleries and artists. No, I didn’t know right away what my talents were, although I knew at a young age that it had to be something creative, it took the famous twelve jobs and thirteen accidents to figure it out. However, working in all these different trades gave me an idea of how things were done and how the hare run in the corporate world of massively baking supermarket bread, truck factories and multinational warehouses. As ...