“Yes, but you need to understand there’s a very fine line between sychophants and friends. You want one, they want to be the other. “Share with everyone, but be careful who you let in.”
“Which do I want?”
“You know which one.”
“I’m a mad artist, Painted Girl. But don’t for a moment think that I’m stupid.”
— The Artist and The Painted Girl The Painted Girl - A Novel by Brian Neuls
Follow my latest creative endeavor, the photographic and written-word essay entitled ‘Standing Up to Meet the Sun’.
This will be an ongoing series of photographs and written word chronicling and detailing the actualization of ‘All after 39’.
I want to open a cafe where the slogan is “The feels are real and the meals are real” and there’s a sign hanging out front that says ‘1 life story minimum to enter premises and you will receive either a hug or high-five’.
And it’s all real, natural food, no processed or GMO’s.
“I had no idea I have such amazing people as friends. I had no idea I had friends,” the Artist says, putting one hand on his stomach and holding his drink with the other hand, “I am very thankful for all…three of you, and the man who wants to be here because he wants to sleep with our Painted Girl. There are people in my life whom I have actually ‘grown’ as a human being with. The very idea of this rocks me to the core. Where the hell did these people come from? I thought everyone in my life was just a ‘spectator to the show’. Who knew any of you…three actually cared about me?”
—- The Artist, The Painted Girl - A Novel by Brian Neuls
“I think it would be great for people to see them. And you might be able to start selling some prints.”
“Have you seen Tumblr? Everyone sells ‘prints’-”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t.”
“-and iPhone cases and mouse pads and laptop covers and mugs and pencils and-”
“Pencils of pictures?”
“If they can print on it, they can sell on it…on Tumblr.”
“Sell on it?”
“You know, I know an agent who handles photographers.”
“You mean professionals who make thousands of dollars?”
“Where do you think they started?”
“In a large building somewhere with an 8,000 dollar camera and a friend who ‘just happened to know someone’.”
“I know someone.”
I hold up the G10, “This cost me 175 dollars.”
“Do you have an answer for everything?”
“Everything I have answers for.”
“I’m more than willing to introduce you to him.”
—- Brian and the Painted Girl, The Painted Girl - A Novel by Brian Neuls