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Before the practice of graphic design and visual communication, before computers and software like photoshop there was a business called commercial art and studios full of skilled practitioners manufacturing finished artwork.

I took up an apprenticeship in a finished artwork studio in 1960 at the age of 16. Finished artwork studios, in the advertising agency Gerrards and later Saward Baker, was where I learnt to airbrush seemless flat backgrounds for catalogue pages, paste-up expensive gally proofs of typesetting without leaving a smudge, cut frisk film masks for airbrush work, retouch photographs, cast-off type, produce sketch scamps and point-of-sale dummies for client presentations as well as story boarding for film.

I was also involved in freelance work producing Shakespeare In The Park posters for East Ham Council, creating set designs for a local rep theatre company in East London and murals for a jazz club. After a couple of years I achieved some kind of status as a senior vizuaIiser in advertising, but without much sense of achievement. It felt like a small world. It was then I thought about going to art college. In 1963 I started on a pre-diploma course at the London College of Printing.

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BEL MOONEY: After a life of sorrow, have I left it too late to find love? 

THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK...

The Love! The Love! I see it in the movement of clouds and grass; in the dust of the roads, the leaves and branches of the trees, in the globules of rain . . . Cecil Collins, English artist and writer (1908 to 1989)

DEAR BEL,

Is it too late to be who I am? I will be 63 next birthday and I’m gay; well hidden at the back of the closet.

I have never had the courage to be who I am, probably due to what happened to me when I was young.

At school I was very immature compared to my classmates.

When I was 11 a boy sexually abused me. He was about 15 and I really did not know what he was doing, but he told me never to tell anyone or we could both go to prison

I attended a rough Roman Catholic school for boys. One day some of the others were talking about sex, so what did I do? I told them what the older boy had done to me.

After that I was an object of ridicule until the day I left school. There was no one in whom I could confide. My mother was very strict and would have killed me if she had heard.

If I had ‘an accident’ when I was younger she would rub my nose in my soiled underwear and threaten to take them to school and let everyone see what a dirty little b*****d I was