Marc's Catalogue of Artwork




The year was 1978 and I needed a job. I had a BA in Psych but I had put everything into classical guitar, and that wasn't paying enough. So I needed a job.


I decided at the time, to take a vocational course in Mechanical Drafting. It appealed to me - although I never had any courses in it in High School or College.

These were the days of manual drawing with instruments, on a drawing board. I checked out a few technical schools that gave the course, and I picked one in Manhattan.

I enrolled. I had no idea what I was getting myself into - as usual for me. There were rows and rows of drawing boards. I got to buy my instruments for drafting (still have them).

They asked me, Mechanical or Architectural? I had to pick one. I looked at the work they were doing on the boards. The houses they were drawing in the architectural section looked really nice, but the machines in the mechanical section won me over. I always could understand machines pretty well.

I picked an empty board in the Mechanical section. For the next 25 years I'd work at a board. We have no idea what our decisions will lead to, when we make them. That's the mystery of life.

Several of my close friends had gone into Computer Programming - the demand for COBOL programmers was huge. I usually don't want to do what other people are doing, no matter how much sense their course of action seems to make.


I have to go my own way.

So at the age of 28 after fooling around with trying to make it as a classical guitarist for a few years and living in my Mother's house with my Brother David, I went in for mechanical drafting as a career. Because as I said, I needed a job. And there were lots of jobs for draftsmen in advertisements in this thing they printed called "newspapers" back then.

Then, during the 80's and 90's, these friends who became programmers, prospered financially. Draftsman on the other hand, were getting out of fashion. Mechancal Drafting was slowly replaced by computerized drafting.

I witnessed it, and I adapted. I learned computerized drafting, and eventually learned computer programming as well. I always stayed ahead of the curve, though my BS in psych and my classical guitar enterprises were a little out of place in the aerospace/defense universe.

Despite that, it was a fascinating career. So many projects, and people. So many challenges - and I always met them. And I was never unemployed. Now I'm retired.

That was a long story, but the point of it is, I can still do manual drafting, the same way they did it for centuries. And I still (or, once again) have a drawing board. I saved all my instruments, too. And I'm still friends with those programmer friends - also retired.


The drawing above entitled MHF is an Isometric drawing, of a 4 x 6 x 6 cube, machined into my initials. It's based on the spec below - it brought back memories, working this out. It could be steel, or, platinum. And the units are unspecified so it could be mm, or inches, or miles - as long as the dimensions are held.

Gee, my initials in platinum, miles high, wide, and long! Well, that's a little over the top. Platinum? Miles? I should probably leave out the middle initial "H" in that case, and just go with MF.

(Did you catch that one, or did I put you to sleep with my long story?)

Anyway, here is that spec, below. I'll shut up now.