I am at Cannes Film Festival to be part of the Producers Network. To learn, make new contacts, pitch my new projects to the potential investors and find us co-producers.
Wish me luck!
Today I stayed longer in bed. I had to. My body was totally exhausted. Sometimes two hour extra sleep can provide energy for two days. Therefore I had to miss my daily breakfast meeting at the producers network, but I already had checked and the sessions were not very interesting and not much useful to me. So my conscious could easily be at rest.
I made it at about 10:30 in the center and because I had enough time till my first meeting I treated myself to a simple but o, very delicious breakfast at a spot I had found during my last visit on May 2015.
Everything was great. The sun shined, people were chatting and laughing around me. The only thing I mist very much at that moment, was my darling Leonard. The most beautiful part of enjoying a moment is sharing that with him, talk about it, laugh at it and experience it.
While I was waiting for my breakfast I read an article about the big money that some publishers earn from some books. The same goes for the distributors who earn from the films. A couple of evenings ago I was invited to a party at the office/house of a French distributor. It was a huge villa with a beautiful garden, inviting pool and mirrored ceiling. I was then wondering if the filmmakers whom this distributor is representing have also a villa like that.
I never understood this unfair fact why many artists suffer poverty while their agents, publishers, distributors getting richer on the back of these artists. Why is the business of selling so rewarding? And why people with sometimes a high creativity let others use them so openly. Do we, artists, have to learn the art of selling? Or is better to learn not to let others use us so badly? And the most important question that i ask myself many times: Can we, artists, become successful salesmen and remain great artists?