Hollywood bound (and determined)
by Andrea Mulder-Slater
Life is funny. As in, feet sometimes remind me of giraffes. Also, you never know where one hello will lead.
Case in point...
Several months ago, Geoff and I were contacted by a Hollywood producer-slash-art director-slash-clearance manager. He was looking for talent and had heard about Geoff's line paintings from a friend of a friend of a friend. You get the idea.
One email led to several Google searches, which led to a few phone calls, which led to a pile of paperwork, which eventually led to this:
And this...
Four paintings (three of mine, one of Geoff's) were shipped off to Hollywood last week, in the hopes that they will be chosen and used as background decoration on film or television sets. Another of Geoff's paintings is scheduled to leave next week.
I know, right?!
I'm super stoked. Which is Hollywood-speak for excited.
And, by the way, if - while you are flipping through channels, or sitting in a popcorn scented theatre - you see any of the following paintings... tell me. Or Geoff. Immediately. Unless you spot them in a porn flick. Then, the news can probably wait. Possibly forever.
Ok? Thanks.
No, really.
Life is funny. As in, feet sometimes remind me of giraffes. Also, you never know where one hello will lead.
Case in point...
Several months ago, Geoff and I were contacted by a Hollywood producer-slash-art director-slash-clearance manager. He was looking for talent and had heard about Geoff's line paintings from a friend of a friend of a friend. You get the idea.
One email led to several Google searches, which led to a few phone calls, which led to a pile of paperwork, which eventually led to this:
And this...
Four paintings (three of mine, one of Geoff's) were shipped off to Hollywood last week, in the hopes that they will be chosen and used as background decoration on film or television sets. Another of Geoff's paintings is scheduled to leave next week.
I know, right?!
I'm super stoked. Which is Hollywood-speak for excited.
And, by the way, if - while you are flipping through channels, or sitting in a popcorn scented theatre - you see any of the following paintings... tell me. Or Geoff. Immediately. Unless you spot them in a porn flick. Then, the news can probably wait. Possibly forever.
Ok? Thanks.
No, really.