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I’d like to think my work speaks for itself, and me. Talent I got. So have a lot of people. But here are some aspects you as a businessperson probably value as much, if not more.
My email: rick [at] rickwolff [dot] comRick Wolffs I’m not
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I’ve spent much of my adult life in the visual arts in one capacity or another. My cowboy-fireman-astronaut wish from the beginning was to animate; I’m always getting closer, in fits and starts. In 1979 I was production assistant to stop-motion animation director Bob Franz. We did the breathing Neo-Synephrine bottles, the Nytol capsules that turned from N position to Z position, and we even auditioned to do the puppetry animation of the Pillsbury Dough Boy — my big debut. (I have that 3/4″ Umatic cassette around here somewhere). We also did the opening animation for the only American commercial for Rubik’s Cube, which was pulled a week later, made unnecessary by what would today be called viral marketing. After that, I went into print, which has been my bread and butter ever since. I’d explored print advertising, publication design, outdoor, and even back to video. And of course, the Web. The smartest thing I ever did was marry my wife. No matter what the future brings, bad or good, I’m taking her with me. The dumbest thing I ever did was not go to either the School of Visual Arts or NYU Film School when I was accepted to both in 1977. New York City was grimy and dangerous in those days, so I guess it wasn’t that dumb. In 1982, I was an Amway distributor. I lost about 10 months, $1000 and a few not-closest friends, but gained a skepticism I treasure today. I’m not sure how else I would have gotten it. I also attempted to sponsor a guy as he was mugging me. That’s a blog post for a rainy day. In 1991, my boss at the time, in Mount Vernon, NY, lent a desk and a phone to the Libertarian candidate for president of the United States, one Andre Marrou. I don’t know what happened to him, but the days I commuted with him and discussed strategy would have made a fascinating blog. I gave him his copy of P.J. O’Rourke’s A Parliament of Whores. He gave me a book about Burma-Shave signs. Didn’t even sign it. I hate the word “utilize”. There’s no instance where the word “use” can’t be utilized in the same place. I love the word Plavix. |

