When he put his mind to something, it was impossible to tell him no. He started making phone calls at eight.

By nine, he had three paintings in the Fordham Gallery for the month of June.

By ten, he had landed a spot in NYMOCA's Interactive Art Weekend, as well as a tentative agreement to a solo show in July.

By noon, he had gotten Delia to agree to look at his new work and consider calling the MOMA and the Guggenheim in search of grant money for production.

By one-thirty-five, Holden had landed a small solo show in August at the oft overlooked Wildflower Gallery, but a show was a show.

By two, he was fingering the numbers to his father's cell phone unsure if he wanted to boast or apologize.