I almost threw up in a meeting this week. I wasn’t sick, didn’t have food poisoning – it was a direct result of the wilful nonsense on display. My body couldn’t take it.
Let me explain – I work in advertising and as such have become fairly adept at cognitive dissonance. This means, I can work hard at creating solutions for my clients, while at the same time understanding that what I’m doing has no larger artistic or societal value. It’s the devil’s agreement I signed on for. Money in exchange for my creative ability. We all have to pay bills.