Let's face it, life is hard work, advertising is hard work. Heck, even mowing the grass in Tampa is VERY hard work. But life is also full of rewarding experiences. So, along with a bio I've included my memorable moments.
SENIOR ART DIRECTOR | DESIGNER
SECRET SECURITY CLEARANCE (INACTIVE)
DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE
Award-winning Traditional Print and Web Digital, Art Director, Graphic Designer with an impressive portfolio and record of driving multi-million-dollar growth for diverse industries. Dedicated to finding the most cost-effective and creative solutions for all challenges. Known for taking a hands-on approach in directing artists and vendors, and collaborating with clients. Strong track record of producing revenue-generating marketing materials for many of the nations top associations and Fortune 500 corporations.
TECHNICAL SKILLS – ADOBE CREATIVE SUITE (CLOUD AND BELOW) US NAVY VET
Mac and PC platforms. Adobe MUSE; Illustrator; Photoshop; InDesign; Dreamweaver; Acrobat Pro; Bridge; PhotoMatrix, PowerPoint, Excel, Word; Fetch; Microsoft Office Suite; Preflight; Flight Check; QuarkXPress; Mac and PC platforms.
US NAVY VETERAN
Life Highlights —Consider this. What do we stand for as people? Making tons of money for our employer and clients? Winning awards that glorify ourselves? Knowing our craft well? OK, but most of us do these things. What else defines us? How have we truly made a difference? Here's mine...
Yep, it's true. If you are a believer you understand the life changing experience this truly is. And how some things you liked to do before accepting Christ into your life—no longer hold any interest. You know significant extraordinary changes have just occurred! You know you are no better than anyone else, in fact you're suddenly aware of just how sinful your life actually is. A big change has happened to you that non-believers just can't understand, and very often even resent.
Called? Yes called, to do communications for Christ whenever asked, and to take care of my in-laws all the days of their lives. I've done both.
It took my fathers death, a divorce, helping a friend get a job, him quitting and taking a job in Richmond at Stuart Ford, Cabell Harris leaving the agency to go to the Martin Agency, Stan Sweeney then hiring me, a move to Richmond, Stuart Ford's executive secretary Dianne leaving the company, Stuart renting out the Tobacco Club for her going away party, Dianne inviting her friend Ruth, and me spotting Ruth (a hot number standing across the dance floor. A proposal, the acceptance, a wedding, a new family, and now we have two people serving God.
Englishmen call the subway "The Tube"—call it as you will—this poor fellow was drunk, passed-out-cold down there on the tracks. A woman (Nuala) was hysterical, screaming, pleading for someone to help this man. No one did. In fairness, the men looking down were in their 50's and 60's, briefcases in hand, and saving this guy just wasn't their thing.
So... since I was on leave from the US Navy, and in shape, I dropped my bag, listened for a train, asked which rail was HOT, and jumped in. I got to the guy, revived him, told him NOT to touch that rail or we're both dead, put his arm over my shoulder and carried him to the platform. Nuala lifted and I pushed his butt up (literally). Man saved. Then I realized the platform was as high as I was, and I thought "CRAP I can't get out". I listened again, looked up at these guys in the suits, and said these beautiful words— "I'm a Yank in the Navy, help me up!" and they did. God Bless the Brits. I sure hope that guy stopped drinking, and did something good with his life.
With the Navy behind me, I was working construction and saving money for my return to MICA to wrap up college education. I was driving into Baltimore when a car passed me on the right, didn't turn with the road, and ran straight into the right lane guardrail. The car, came across to the passing land, hit that guardrail, flipped on it's roof and skidded to a stop in front of my car. I hit the emergency flashers, skidded to a stop, and ran up to the car — first guy there.
The driver wasn't buckled up, his feet were by the front window, his head toward the back seat, arm out the drivers window, and hand under the car. More guys came. I said you lift the car and I'll get him out. They lifted and I helped the driver out, he was in a lot of pain, and all of the skin on the back of his left had was missing, I could see the bones in his hand, but it wasn't bleeding yet. I laid him down on the concrete median strip next to the passing lane, let the wound bleed some and held and released the pressure point to keep bleeding under control. A doctor luckily arrived, asked if I was a doc, shoved me out of the way, and he helped this young guy from Pennsylvania.
No doubt they either took him to Sinai Hospital or Union Memorial. I got back in the car, met my friends and went to a concert. I'm grateful for the Navy's combat medical training, and even more grateful for that doctor's arrival.
© 2018 Glenn Gemmell