From the age of eighteen to twenty-one, I worked any job I could get my hands on. One of these jobs was selling fake paintings door-to-door.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I started acting pretty young, so I haven't had too many odd jobs. But I used to sell candy out of my locker in middle school.
I was an artist - I fancied myself an artist - I sold paintings at bars to pay my rent.
I was a scam artist in high school for a while.
Actually, when I first started dabbling in photography, I was still working for my parents as a salesman.
Lots of places to hone your skill as an artist and still earn a paycheck while you're waiting to kick the door down.
I used to run record companies, and I went to the advertising business at 29 years old.
Two of my grandfathers had been artists, lifelong oil painters, so I was exposed to art very young. I've always been interested in it, although I never pursued it as a career or even as an avocation.
The first time I made any money, I was 27. I went to Bergdorf's looking like a proper guttersnipe and bought a pair of Louboutins. I'd wear them and an old ink-stained kimono and make my drawings and feel indomitable.
My father worked two jobs. He assembled speakers during the day, and then he sold real estate at night and on weekends. And then he eventually, when he was in his mid-50s, became a full-time real estate salesman.
I've been working in sculpture and painting since 1920.