There’s nothing else to do but type my ramblings here while waiting for something, anything to happen in my career. Earlier today, I happened to get intrigued by this job posting of a company looking for a New Media Art Director. The company is based in Ho Chi Minh City, Viet yeah Nam! So I decided to write (or rather, custom fit a template) cover letter to the creative director, whose name sounded French. Wasn’t expecting any reply from him anyway, given my experience in applying to jobs here in Singapore. I got a bit excited though, since it’s one of those moments that make you feel a bit hopeful to get a nod from the CD, because it’s the CD you’re already talking to.
However, in a matter of minutes, Mr. Creative Director asked for more typography-driven work from me! Unfortunately, my work with Cosmo SG hasn’t been properly uploaded yet in my new book, so I had to send some of my old magazine work and zine “experiments” . Let’s see how that turns out, if ever he decides to become more interested in my work.
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It’s so strange how suddenly I’m in the mood to apply for full time jobs. This really goes against my way of thinking last year, that gap-year of artistic and geographic freedom. Is it a perspective shift, trying to find that niche that will require my utmost commitment? Commitment?! What the? The last time I checked, I was enjoying being a stranger. Or writing about flings. Or just wanting to be out there.
Anyway, all these jobs I’ve been hunting for are not in my home country anyway. Have I grown to become a stranger?
