“So, what do you do,” an attractive woman asked me at a party in Colorado years ago.
“I’m a filmmaker,” I said, taking a swig of Fat Tire. I’d just produced a TV commercial, my first, for the magazine where I worked.
When she stepped away a few minutes later, a friend sitting nearby said, “So now you’re a filmmaker, huh?” His snide tone cut me. In the ten years prior, I’d been a stockbroker, a film student, a production assistant, a chauffeur and an ad salesman. Was I a
The biggest show of my life just ended and I can only say, WOW! Thanks to all of you who swamped the opening and kept coming. Thanks to the SF Chronicle for the writeup the day before kickoff. Chronicle legend, Leah Garchik, brought the love! And to Marin Mag for the killer review after. Hells Yeah! I could not have imagined a more luscious gallery space. And having my dad with me was such a bonus! And my lady! And violins! And friends galore! Next Up – a Group Show in Wynwoo
Best Books Ever Written – new piece installed yesterday for Art Basel. Last week, I pulled up to the pickup area to grab my boys after school. As I stopped and rolled down my window, a mom standing next to my car arched her brows and said, “You’re not wearing a shirt!” Not one for flashing my body at the elementary school, I glanced down at my sparsely-haired chest and, slightly embarrassed, said, “I was in my studio and realized at the last minute … Oh no, I need to pick up
The small acts of service nobody sees define your character. When someone gets a “good feeling” about you, this selflessness is one of the things they sense. My 4-yr-old is the undisputed alpha male in our family: assertive, obstinate and single minded. He is also the lover, the hugger, the one always reaching to hold and stroke your hand. For years, he suffered awful sleep apnea, so we agreed to have his tonsils removed 3 weeks ago. Jodi and I teared up, as they wheeled our
My kids are 4 and 2. All I want, like any parent, is their happiness … and success. But I’ll take happiness over success every time. Some would argue that success and happiness are synonymous. I strongly disagree, because we have perverted the definition of success. In fact, success for children often precludes happiness these days. Because it is based on the college you get into, the resume you compile and the comaprative advantage you possess to get a good job. And I’m talk