Check out my latest story in Saatchi magazine. Living legend Richard Prince experimented with unusual subject matter at a show this past winter at the Eden Rock Gallery and Resort on St. Barth’s.
This new approach involved basing the 25 paintings displayed on a screenplay by the artist, which he hopes to turn into a novel with the help of a ghostwriter (and publish under a pseudonym). Eventually, Prince hopes, the book will be a vehicle for promoting the movie.
For now, though, he has to settle for the brutal reality of having sold each painting for $150,000, pretty much within 24 hours of the show’s opening. Tough life for a starving artist …
Read the whole story in Saatchi magazine >>
I spent the drive home from Philly lecturing a friend of mine about the need to write every day if you want to do it for a living. It’s true. He and I are something of a support group for each other, necessary in this line of work. We get together from time to time to discuss leads with magazine, kick around ideas and generally bitch about how little respect writers get. Yeah, it’s true.
Well, for all my lecturing, I realized that I haven’t done much writing lately … and day job doesn’t count. I mean the interesting stuff: hunting for a story, putting the screws to reluctant sources, hashing out an idea, finally putting pen to paper. Sure, I’ve been busy, but that’s no excuse. I need to make more time to write.
So, I got some writing done last night. My article on Montreal is finally coming together; I hope to have it submitted by tomorrow. Also, I filed my Saatchi magazine story on Richard Prince. I felt like I’d covered some ground, and I felt great. It didn’t matter that I’d passed on two hours of sleep; I didn’t need it anyway.
You have to do this stuff every day if you want to get good at it. If you want to stay good at it, it takes even more effort. It’s funny that pain is rewarded with more pain, but I guess I dig it.