Good to hear from you
It's the beginning of my day. I've got my english breakfast tea and an urge to write on LJ.
Really nice to hear from you guys.
My weekend has been really intense. Friday was another day at Suzanne's place. I'm her assistant organizer (ironic for someone who isn't so organized). I actually spent more time in Zara than her place, purchasing a pair of skinny black jeans. The sales people weren't able to take the security tag off, to a point where the manager came over with a screwdriver and ended up screwing a hole in her thumb.
I had thought skinny black jeans would be the perfect answer to my first expo ever..not to mention at the Louvre..yet it was a mistake. I don't know what this desire is to make them so low rise, wearing them you have only half your ass left.
Those are to be quickly returned. What a waste of time.
Night falling, I was restless. Just worrying about how Arno and I are going two different directions. He's in Marketing, I'm a painter. Our friends are so different, now how is that going to work? It's funny to see how we're all getting older and how we're building more character. I guess some become easier to categorize and others much harder to cern. Not sure there is an in between. Lauren and I were talking about this...if I'm feeling 50, jaded and critical now, what will I feel when I actually reach that age?
Saturday came about and I spent all day being the boss of everyone. This goes here, that has to go there, we have to hide this, this is just hideous, this expo is a catastrophe!
I'm bewildered at the artists just so full of or 'into' their work. It makes me want to slap them. A lot are also into their whole look. I don't want to get into this because it'll take me a lot of energy to rant about.
To put it briefly, I left 6 hours later, exhausted and disapointed. I had only planned on bringing one painting, but it looked like they needed two more just so people would take the show seriously.
By afternoon, Arno and I were carpenters. We put together a huge wood frame for the painting of Marina. I don't know why it is, I guess it goes along with men and music, but men working wood is sexy.
I stapled my stress away.
Come 8 o'clock it was time to head out to Frances' soiree. The restaurant was exquisite. There were 8 of us. Sitting next to me was an old parisian man, quietly enjoying his muscles, moving his jaw in the way you'd imagine an old man would.
Alex took pictures of us and we looked like this group of rich bourgeois parisian kids. Probably not the image any of us want to give off, but I know those pictures will make me nostalgic later on in life.
It was a pretty good night. I was happy to look around and just be with my friends.
Afterwards, the party wasn't over. I went back to join Arno and we got drunk together until 4:30 in the morning, not having noticed the time go by. I clonked out on my bed and come 10 o'clock I had to get up, staple another painting to its frame, call a taxi and head out to the expo.
For my first expo, I felt royally disgusting. I was hungover, my hair was a mess, and I had to stay there all day and watch people look at my work. Lauren, Alex, Frances, and Dim stopped by and that was really nice. I wasn't expecting anyone to come! Arno came towards the end, also in the same etat as I.
In the end, the day was successful. The marketing manager of Alcatel wanted to buy my painting. I hadn't planned on selling it, plus it wasn't varnished. So I took his card. My boss Susie contacted him yesterday as I my agent. But so far we haven't gotten word. Maybe he wanted to talk directly to me. The other artists were telling me I should have sold it then and there. But I didn't want it to be like a kermesse. I needed to make a reciept, I need my droits d'auteur. I know there will be other buyers.
Soon hopefully, possibly before Christmas I will have a more intimate show. Now I have to figure out how to declare myself, how to pay taxes...It's scary, but exciting. I don't want to be blown away after school is over and my mom stops supporting me.
Now I'm learning how this business works and I guess in the end there isn't much different between marketing and art, the two actually compliment eachother.
I also realized that contemporary art is based off of ephemerate thoughts or theories that we daydream. Only 'artists' think of exploiting them. But since these thoughts are so ephemerate, the artwork in itself isn't so overwhelming.
So who in the end is the more profound individual?
Rereading my old lj I'm tired of trying to make statements at the end of each entry, hence this sentence to try to ward off the habit.
Really nice to hear from you guys.
My weekend has been really intense. Friday was another day at Suzanne's place. I'm her assistant organizer (ironic for someone who isn't so organized). I actually spent more time in Zara than her place, purchasing a pair of skinny black jeans. The sales people weren't able to take the security tag off, to a point where the manager came over with a screwdriver and ended up screwing a hole in her thumb.
I had thought skinny black jeans would be the perfect answer to my first expo ever..not to mention at the Louvre..yet it was a mistake. I don't know what this desire is to make them so low rise, wearing them you have only half your ass left.
Those are to be quickly returned. What a waste of time.
Night falling, I was restless. Just worrying about how Arno and I are going two different directions. He's in Marketing, I'm a painter. Our friends are so different, now how is that going to work? It's funny to see how we're all getting older and how we're building more character. I guess some become easier to categorize and others much harder to cern. Not sure there is an in between. Lauren and I were talking about this...if I'm feeling 50, jaded and critical now, what will I feel when I actually reach that age?
Saturday came about and I spent all day being the boss of everyone. This goes here, that has to go there, we have to hide this, this is just hideous, this expo is a catastrophe!
I'm bewildered at the artists just so full of or 'into' their work. It makes me want to slap them. A lot are also into their whole look. I don't want to get into this because it'll take me a lot of energy to rant about.
To put it briefly, I left 6 hours later, exhausted and disapointed. I had only planned on bringing one painting, but it looked like they needed two more just so people would take the show seriously.
By afternoon, Arno and I were carpenters. We put together a huge wood frame for the painting of Marina. I don't know why it is, I guess it goes along with men and music, but men working wood is sexy.
I stapled my stress away.
Come 8 o'clock it was time to head out to Frances' soiree. The restaurant was exquisite. There were 8 of us. Sitting next to me was an old parisian man, quietly enjoying his muscles, moving his jaw in the way you'd imagine an old man would.
Alex took pictures of us and we looked like this group of rich bourgeois parisian kids. Probably not the image any of us want to give off, but I know those pictures will make me nostalgic later on in life.
It was a pretty good night. I was happy to look around and just be with my friends.
Afterwards, the party wasn't over. I went back to join Arno and we got drunk together until 4:30 in the morning, not having noticed the time go by. I clonked out on my bed and come 10 o'clock I had to get up, staple another painting to its frame, call a taxi and head out to the expo.
For my first expo, I felt royally disgusting. I was hungover, my hair was a mess, and I had to stay there all day and watch people look at my work. Lauren, Alex, Frances, and Dim stopped by and that was really nice. I wasn't expecting anyone to come! Arno came towards the end, also in the same etat as I.
In the end, the day was successful. The marketing manager of Alcatel wanted to buy my painting. I hadn't planned on selling it, plus it wasn't varnished. So I took his card. My boss Susie contacted him yesterday as I my agent. But so far we haven't gotten word. Maybe he wanted to talk directly to me. The other artists were telling me I should have sold it then and there. But I didn't want it to be like a kermesse. I needed to make a reciept, I need my droits d'auteur. I know there will be other buyers.
Soon hopefully, possibly before Christmas I will have a more intimate show. Now I have to figure out how to declare myself, how to pay taxes...It's scary, but exciting. I don't want to be blown away after school is over and my mom stops supporting me.
Now I'm learning how this business works and I guess in the end there isn't much different between marketing and art, the two actually compliment eachother.
I also realized that contemporary art is based off of ephemerate thoughts or theories that we daydream. Only 'artists' think of exploiting them. But since these thoughts are so ephemerate, the artwork in itself isn't so overwhelming.
So who in the end is the more profound individual?
Rereading my old lj I'm tired of trying to make statements at the end of each entry, hence this sentence to try to ward off the habit.