Business

I have a million things to do, a variety of projects started, in medias res, near completion. For whatever confluence of reasons I find myself blocked on all of them. My only desire is to be a social businessman. To manage those within my sphere of influence, making them more productive as they do the work I wish to have done.

This realization makes me quite nervous. Getting old is a killer (ha ha) but now I fear I have lost the creative energy necessary to do virtually any project. Will I be reduced only to being a middle-man? Which is not to say that position is not perhaps more powerful than that of the artist. When you are young you believe in the unique qualities of your work. Past 40, hell, it really is was and for ever shall be virtually all the same. Just as valuable to collaborate, to be in charge, to direct. This is my future. Delegation. Control.

Yesterday I spent mostly with Hala - a Syrian princess (of sorts). But like having a child! Tempermental, drastic, high maintenance, needing attention. Typical arabic behavior. My lord. She does paint well, incredibly well. So I engaged her, challenged her to think like a business person. At the same time my manager, Remy Weber, sent me to Matthew Guy gallery. To sell my films, not as movies, but as art. Much smarter, hence he is my manager. They were quite receptive at the gallery. Bully for me, bully for my business.