The average person doesn’t consider all the work that goes into making a movie or show, the angles, ideas, scripts, sounds, lighting, actors, music, camera work, props, money, assistants, and rejection. Well, all that is my life (hopefully not the rejection). I breathe it. To me the entertainment world is full of beauty, new wonders, and chances but at the same time it is filled with charlatans, jerks, handouts, and connections. And right now to my name the only thing I have is a connection, one single, solitary connection.

Before I could even remember I was fascinated by cameras, I loved pictures, but mostly I loved what they held. The secret to people, what they felt, loved, cared about, what makes them happy, sad, angry, all those things wrapped up into a device that can record time. When I could remember I was always carrying a camera on me, but by then I’d had thousands of pictures, dozens of movie clips I’d recorded and each and every one was precious to me. A string of memories cluttered, unedited, untouched except by the mind’s eye. We all perceive things differently and that is why one memory can have a hundred different spin offs of the same event. People are too busy looking on screen, or where the cameras are pointing to realize all the real magic is happening behind the scenes.

Life is all about passion, the drive to do what you love and then from there life is purely about having the guts to do it.