The Juror Page #2

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is a sort of currency there.

It's value is so inconstant.

It's so attractively pliant.

Wait... I'm lost.

I'm not connecting the dots here.

We need to get your pieces traded.

Record some six-figure sales.

A review in Art Forum.

A place at the Basel Art Fair.

- But that's my job.

- Listen. Mr. Cordell...

- Please. call me Mark.

- Okay, Mark...

- May I call you Annie?

- My art is not a kind of currency!

What do you think I get out of this?

Money? I don't need to.

I earn a very good living...

Not now.

I do this so that artists like you

can go into your studios -

- and not worry whether or not

your children are being fed.

So that these idiots that control

the art world. these insects...

You don't have to bother with them.

You just do your work.

Hey, you guys, what do you think?

Pay up... Wear the black one.

You look sexy in it.

I don't want to look sexy.

I'm not wearing the black one.

- Don't be shy with this guy.

- I'm not shy.

- I'm private.

- You clam up.

- I just don't babble to men.

- Babble is an art.

First you pep up his ego.

Then you puncture his balloon.

Then you stroke his ego again.

You push him and you pull him...

Until you've got him dizzy

and falling at your feet.

When's the last time you slept?

You mean like closing my eyes for

a second while doing a tracheotomy?

I slept for a couple of hours

Monday night.

- Why aren't you at home in bed?

- I'm taking the kids to a movie.

How could I not come?

Today was the triumph of your life.

What?

You, you did it.

- What did I do?

- You sold three pieces.

You know what? I did!

Lao-Tzu says that returning

is the movement of the Tao.

- So are you a Taoist?

- I don't know.

When I first heard of it.

I laughed out loud.

But I also find it very compelling.

Become a valley. Stop fighting

against structure and fate -

- and everything will flow to you.

- What do you think?

- I think we need to take a left.

- Should I just..?

- Yeah, any one. It doesn't matter.

- Stick my hand under and...

- Cop a feel.

"The Dream of Giving Notice."

- What do you feel?

- A keyboard.

A computer keyboard. Something

rough on the keys. Is it sandpaper?

And this is wire. This is a cage.

This is a birdcage.

I'm caught in a birdcage.

The door is open,

but I can't quite squeeze through.

Now I feel a breeze on my fingers.

How did you do that?

And now a fluttering.

This is a bird.

This is amazing.

It's also strange, reaching up

under here and feeling your...

- Private stuff?

- Private stuff.

My God, Annie,

it doesn't have to only be a dream.

You can give notice.

You can escape that hell.

You can do nothing but

make art for the rest of your life.

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