I mentioned in a past post that I have a new job. The WONDERFUL news is that I work at Jackson’s Drawing Supplies in Parap! Woot!
I’ve been coming to Jackson’s for years (there’s nowhere else for an artist to go, really, in this small city) for paints, calligraphy nibs, brushes, silkscreen inks, colored pencils, and papers of every description. Every time I set foot in the shop I would think to myself, “I would love to work here!” My friends were behind the sales counter, and during their lunch breaks you would find them working on their paintings, lino prints, or ceramics in the back of the shop, the air charged with creative mojo and fun. The place was an Aladdin’s Cave of yummy art stuff, coveted tools, and major wishlist items like etching presses and large easels. Seven years later, I can’t believe I’m calling this art supplies fairyland “my job”, nor what I do, “work”! It’s just too wonderful, and on the days that I get to come here I jump out of bed with all the cheerful willingness of a 5-year-old going to a birthday party…and there’s going to be ice-cream, and a real unicorn giving rides.
Where to begin?!? It’s crammed with art supplies, tools, materials for printmaking, painting, silkscreen, ceramics, calligraphy, illustration and drawing, craft, technical drawing, paper craft, bookbinding…almost anything having to do with creativity and the visual arts. Staff pay wholesale prices for everything (knowledge which made me hyperventilate on the spot).
“Great,” Kris commented, his face crinkling into a big smile when I told him I’d got the job. “You’ll never bring another dollar home again, and the boat will sink under the weight of art supplies.”
But my logic is impeccable: “My love, I already spend half my income at Jackson’s…I may as well go the whole hog and get a staff discount!”
as was Marita Albers, who has just left Darwin, and used to work here; in fact, it’s her job I’ve stepped in to do, now that she’s gone. It would have been magic to work here with her, but I guess you can’t have everything. I owe this happy change in my life to her going, so the elation is not without a pang of regret. I hope she and Ginger, likewise, have even bigger and better adventures, find themselves an Aladdin’s Cave of humongous proportions, rivers of glitter and sequins, zero-gravity trampolines, and frizzle chickens that croon Elvis songs.
The shop’s big front windows are the most amazing in Darwin. The fabulous hand-cut paper filigree of flowers, birds and trees was made by Emily Hearn, another ex-Jackson’s character, Darwin artist, and ‘firework-in-the-shape-of-a-woman’ friend. Everyone who steps into Jackson’s for the first time comments on the work and creativity evinced by those windows.
Folks I haven’t seen in years walk into Jackson’s throughout the day (because they don’t buy salads, but they sure as hell buy art materials!) Lea came in on Friday…last I saw her, her hair was blue. It was great to see her again, and we might catch up for coffee next week. Half the people coming through the doors are good friends or bookbinding students. It’s lovely to wear a genuine smile of delight on your face the whole day. I feel like the host of a party, greeting guests at the door.
It’s air-conditioned (a welcome change, after four years in the shimmering heat of a small, non-air-conditioned kitchen!), there are two tea breaks, and lunch break is an hour long (I don’t know what to do with all this break time…bring in a canvas, I guess, and get busy with art!)
Also, the shop is located in Parap Village…nestled among some wonderful little boutiques; not one, but three, top-notch coffee shops, there is a good Mexican restaurant, and a great Indian restaurant, the best-stocked delicatessen in this city (Parap Fine Foods), and three or four contemporary art galleries. These are all ranged around a raised central courtyard, village-green-style, and the energy in the place feels so good, so positive. Every Saturday, the central courtyard fills with street food and craft stalls, and the place mills with locals and tourists, alike, come for their weekly laksas, shopping for clothes and jewelry, catching up with friends, and selecting a big bunch of ginger flowers to take home for the weekend. Kris comes every Saturday to the Parap Market, for his fresh banana smoothie fix and to buy me two or three ginger flowers. Our friends Mandy and Henning run the thriving Ginger Flower stall, and these days I often stop with Mandy for a cigarette and some gossip, before heading in to Jackson’s.
Just when it didn’t seem possible for things to get any better than they already were (I have been happy, at Simply Foods, despite the heat and the tiredness…the people are kind, and I was good at my job) Life has catapulted me into a waking dream. This is my dream job…art at my fingertips, surrounded by friends, in a beautiful part of the city. My work schedule is still just three days a week (the way I like it!) and I bump into beauty more often. Pushing my bicycle through the emptying Parap park on a Saturday after work, Henning often calls me over and puts a big bunch of unsold, impossibly-pink ginger flowers in my arms, telling me “It breaks my heart to throw the unsold ones away, it’s better you should take them home with you.”
With my hand over my heart, I give thanks.