Glamor of the Art Business

Rise at 5:30.  Work-out ’til 6:30.  Walk dogs, granola and paper, kiss wife, roust sons, dash to work.  Dash off emails and proposals, head to construction site of new gallery, oversee carpenters for two hours, dash back to old gallery. Espresso, read Isaac Babel for 15 minutes.  Back to work.  Listen to Respighi for several hours as I work through lunch: more proposals, marketing issues, bring in two new artists, take some calls, dodge a few others.  Back to job at 4:30 to oversee more construction.  Downtown at 5:15 to host some high school artists at a swank opening in their honor at the EDC.  Give brief speech.  Meet and greet a legion of execs.  Leave at 7:00, return to gallery to polish a presentation due in the morning (7th draft).  Home by 9:00.  Missed dinner with family for 4th night in a row.  Visit with sons, visit longer with wife, try to listen to everyone as I try to shut my mind down.  Bourbon over rocks.  Read WWI history.  Bed.

Glamor of the Gallery Business.  Better than digging ditches though–and I’ve done that.

3 thoughts on “Glamor of the Art Business

  1. Paul you are a generous soul and though this is my first experience with blogging, such a bizarre name, I have really enjoyed it. What I enjoyed about this entry was not just how much you are accomplishing but how you reward yourself with snippets of books and music and caffeine and by god at the end of a long day bourbon! I wish you did not have to be absent from the family dinner table, it is touching that you feel such a loss in that. Since I imagine that a man with as full a plate as you are impressively balancing does not have time to reread old blogs I just wanted to tell you that I added a true story which I think you might enjoy under the Artists and Depression blog and another true story under the bigot blog. Gosh now I feel like a blog hog.

  2. Fantastic story. de Kooning stated the situation with the succinctness, realism, and skepticism that to me are marks of great sophistication. Which is to say nothing of his work.

    Sure, depression is a hazard of the trade for artists. But the truth is, that’s true of most people, no matter what their trade, situation, desires. The difference with artists, I think, is that we feel it so deeply. That’s as it should be. How do I deal with it myself? By giving to others, every day. That always reminds me of my own relative unimportance.

  3. “All those who suffer in the world do so because of a desire for their own happiness. All those happy in the world are so because of their desire for the happiness of others.”

    This the punch line from a buddhist story I received by e-mail today which was so perfectly in keeping with your own sentiments I couldn’t help lifting it. Hmmm sounds good…..wonder why such simplicity seems to be forever pulled towards the black hole of complications in the form of perceived (or standing at the pit of what had been world trade center, could one go so far as to say actual vs. perceived?) conflicts of interest.

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