Only crazy people can work in advertising for long. The incredibly long hours, the impossibly demanding clients, and the drinking spree that stretches from 7am to 7am the next day — it’s hard to tell whether insanity has slowly crept into every living soul of the agency, or it had been there all along.
I guess that’s why at the first breath of relief from the overnight sensation at the office, I immediately sketched a portrait of Delirium from Sandman.
This character speaks to me on so many levels: She is scatterbrained, with the attention span of a goldfish. She is offbeat and always feels like an outsider looking in. Her speech rarely makes sense — appearing in multicolored bubbles — though occasionally she is able, with extreme effort, to control it. At which point, her talk bubble becomes neat and white. But this effort causes her physical pain.
It’s hard to imagine this personification of chaos was once the beautiful, gentle creature named Delight. Orderly, sensical, loved-by-all. But one who knows too much eventually goes insane. She became Delirium.
Maybe that’s why most ad men (and women) eventually turn a bit… eccentric (some would qualify as unhinged). They constantly think, and think, and think; trying to create something new, something that would make people go “wow!”, that one thing that can change the world. Sure, everyone wants to change the world. But it’s usually the crazy ones who do.
So here comes the 54-hour workdays, the demand for perfection, the drive to kick ass every single time. It’s sure to make anyone flip. Absurd as it sounds, though, I love what I do. And I wouldn’t trade it for the world.