Eye Candy
I love all things beautiful. Whether it's a sunset, vast mountain view, the smile on a child's face, listening to jazz, these things move me. So when I decided to become an artist agent, it was one of those ah-ha moments. Like why didn't I ever think of this before? Kind of like what must have happened to the innovator of Post-it notes or Velco. It's so simple, yet brilliant.
I love all things beautiful. I have a degree in art. So when my new client and now friend The Artist France requested I write his Bio & subsequently represent him - a career was born. I was reborn. You know, like the Renaissance - I had a re-birth.
I know we are supposed to take responsibility for our own actions, but you must agree on a certain level, that we are influenced by our surroundings and environment, right? In the case of a career change, the serendipitous message from France on LinkedIn, propelled me into a different career path.
So, for example, I'm about to digress - when I would go shopping with my father as a little girl, I'd try on 10 dresses. They all looked great. I really only needed one. I'd model each one, popping my head out of the dressing room in some boutique to get Dad's initial impression. Then, I'd come waltzing out dramatically and model, posing this way and that. This went on for an hour or so. I was too confused as to which one to pick. But not my father.
"Take them all!"
"Really?"
"Really!"
So, my environment and parents ruined me. There I said it. There is no way I can take responsibility or control after being with parent's who were so generous and basically spoiled me so that I can't make decisions when it involves "eye candy."
So, back to all things beautiful. You can only imagine me during a shopping spree as an adult. There was this one time when funds were a little tight, knowing my impulsive behavior when it comes to fashion, I simply stayed out of the stores. Until. One day.
You see, my boyfriend and I were shopping in this adorable trendy and touristy spot in San Diego. I refused to go into any store knowing I would get into serious trouble. Everything was going fine. Really. Until my boyfriend needed to use the restroom and left me to my own device.
What was I supposed to do? Naturally I went into the shop across from the bathroom figuring he could find me easily. Apparently the men's room was busy with lots of tourists, which caused his long delay. I tried on all kinds of hats. This was right after the wedding of Kate and Prince William...I think you know where I'm going from here.
I managed to try on 6 hats before said boyfriend found me.
"How does this one look?"
"Great."
"Okayyyy, Well, what about this one?"
"Looks really good."
Six hats later I was bewildered. I've never really looked good in hats which is why I dawdled in the hat store knowing I would not be purchasing a chapeau - that's French for hats - in case you didn't know.
We were heading to the airport to go home, so this was simply a no-brainer. My boy friend reminded me there wouldn't be any room in my suitcase or on the plane for all those hats.
Not to be outsmarted or lose a commission, the salesgirl immediately said, "I can ship these to you."
Who could say no? "I'll take them all."
So, when it comes to art...I am finding out now as an artist representative/agent/girl who lovesssssssssssss all things beautiful....I am going to be my artist's BEST client OR I'm going to need therapy because I only represent artist's who create work that I love. I can't sell anything thing I don't personally adore. And all the art that I am selling - I LOVE!
I love all things beautiful. I have a degree in art. So when my new client and now friend The Artist France requested I write his Bio & subsequently represent him - a career was born. I was reborn. You know, like the Renaissance - I had a re-birth.
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Heidi Goldman Fine Art Agency with THE ARTIST FRANCE |
I know we are supposed to take responsibility for our own actions, but you must agree on a certain level, that we are influenced by our surroundings and environment, right? In the case of a career change, the serendipitous message from France on LinkedIn, propelled me into a different career path.
So, for example, I'm about to digress - when I would go shopping with my father as a little girl, I'd try on 10 dresses. They all looked great. I really only needed one. I'd model each one, popping my head out of the dressing room in some boutique to get Dad's initial impression. Then, I'd come waltzing out dramatically and model, posing this way and that. This went on for an hour or so. I was too confused as to which one to pick. But not my father.
"Take them all!"
"Really?"
"Really!"
So, my environment and parents ruined me. There I said it. There is no way I can take responsibility or control after being with parent's who were so generous and basically spoiled me so that I can't make decisions when it involves "eye candy."
So, back to all things beautiful. You can only imagine me during a shopping spree as an adult. There was this one time when funds were a little tight, knowing my impulsive behavior when it comes to fashion, I simply stayed out of the stores. Until. One day.
You see, my boyfriend and I were shopping in this adorable trendy and touristy spot in San Diego. I refused to go into any store knowing I would get into serious trouble. Everything was going fine. Really. Until my boyfriend needed to use the restroom and left me to my own device.
What was I supposed to do? Naturally I went into the shop across from the bathroom figuring he could find me easily. Apparently the men's room was busy with lots of tourists, which caused his long delay. I tried on all kinds of hats. This was right after the wedding of Kate and Prince William...I think you know where I'm going from here.
I managed to try on 6 hats before said boyfriend found me.
"How does this one look?"
"Great."
"Okayyyy, Well, what about this one?"
"Looks really good."
Six hats later I was bewildered. I've never really looked good in hats which is why I dawdled in the hat store knowing I would not be purchasing a chapeau - that's French for hats - in case you didn't know.
We were heading to the airport to go home, so this was simply a no-brainer. My boy friend reminded me there wouldn't be any room in my suitcase or on the plane for all those hats.
Not to be outsmarted or lose a commission, the salesgirl immediately said, "I can ship these to you."
Who could say no? "I'll take them all."
So, when it comes to art...I am finding out now as an artist representative/agent/girl who lovesssssssssssss all things beautiful....I am going to be my artist's BEST client OR I'm going to need therapy because I only represent artist's who create work that I love. I can't sell anything thing I don't personally adore. And all the art that I am selling - I LOVE!
For the Love of Art....what's a girl supposed to do?
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