I don't know shit. Then again, either does Jennifer Lawrence or Amy Schumer. Who does? I went to fine art school to learn the rules so I could break them. My first love was writing, but that shit doesn't pay. One thing the fine art world and the writing world have in common is they think the artists doing the work can survive on cool points. I couldn't take my Rolling Stone magazine's online 9 page spread to the bank.
If you think you know shit, then you are not a true artist. If you are good with all this signing up for ISA and creating a profile then you aren't an artist. True artists loathe this shit. If we were hanging out somewhere and you gave me the option of running threw a bunch of thorne bushes naked or creating a profile for this site, I would gladly purchase some sort of ointment and a bunch of Band-Aid's for my run.
Yes, I've been in Rolling Stone, sold in galleries nationwide, and written as a columnist for multiple magazines and weekly rags and I always had to stop my writing because rent or a car payment happened. Yeah, yeah, yeah join the fucking club on making the dream happen. You, Tony Robbins, and Yoda.
I went from making Rolling Stone to grad school. Freaked me out. The one way I could feel legit in my artistic pursuits from my $750.00 Cambridge, Massachusetts ROOM was to write again. And I did. I wrote, "The Quigleys." A fairly dark comedy, loosely based on actual events that was my absolute joy in living with characters in a Cambridge house of insane characters I didn't want to live with.
I finally completed this script and living in Lancaster, Pennsylvania and not LA or Nashville or NYC. I used to, but it totally pisses me off that it is all about who you know! I know a shit ton of famous people! Still...WTF? Do you want talented WRITERS or people that are good with packing up and moving to a city in order to schmooze and get their shit out. I NEVER NEVER NEVER schmoozed galleries for them to show my work; I let my work speak for itself.
That being said: Read my funny screenplay. LET MY WORK SPEAK FOR ITSELF. I'm not going to win a popularity contest even though I can. Just ask Jay Leno.
READ MY SHIT. I'm not showing up to a party unless you pay for my travel expenses. Lancaster rocks. JQ