Experience
The Scrutineer: A Fine Art Graduate who morphed into a Graphic Designer and Art Director before sliding back into being a Fine Artist again who continues to function as a Graphic Designer... Scrutineer Publishing (Scrutineer's) is a variety of talented peeps depending on THE JOB.
All work and no play…
Not a good state of affairs.
After work, the Scrutineers like to have a little sit down with a nice cup of tea… then, when rested, they perk up a bit and start playing again!
Comb through the Scrutineer’s Design Portfolio, [constantly updated, honed and tweaked], to see how time is passed. Or just randomly click your way through WORK, REST & PLAY – the Post headings are clickable for more info (but heck, you already know that!)
Scrutineer #1: Rachael Adams
Artist and Designer – The Scrutineer of Scrutineer’s (or sometimes, Scrutineer Publishing)
She is exceptionally qualified:
25 metre Swimming Certificate; O Level Art, Drama, English Language & English Literature; (hmmm, with that kind of State encouragement, thank goodness Art Colleges (pre-curriculum) accepted common muck on the basis of fighting spirit & an inkling of potential)… DATEC Diploma in Foundation Studies; A Level Art; A Level Etching (Improved mimicry of ’sooooo Nicely Spoken’ down to mixing with a Buckinghamshire ‘new sort’); BA (Hons) Degree Fine Art Painting; Driving Licence; Self-Employment (with Thatcher’s Surprising Triumph, the Enterprise Allowance Scheme), Post Graduate Diploma in Narrative Illustration/Editorial Design; MA Sequential Art, Level 2 Numeracy (oh, no – you can’t teach Art without a Maths qualification, oh no), City & Guilds Teaching thingy… Woo hoo
She mostly likes:
Autodidacticism; A maudlin ballad; Johnny Cash; pegging out the washing on a sunny morning in the back garden; Party Food at parties (Twiglets & cheese & pineapple stick things); Magnolia blossom on a ludicrous tree; tea not water; Chris Morris; the passion of Tears of the Black Tiger; red or pink lipstick (Glamour at all times); the wafting smell of a roast dinner; the angry love songs of Nick Cave; Doggy people; William Hogarth; Harry Beck’s London Underground Map (plus, any Ordnance Survey map, and The Stanford’s shop in Long Acre); obvious trite in the company of self-important types…
