Well life is once again a whirlwind and half the time I think I’m still dreaming, but then I wake up on the highway and realize I’m driving one of the most beautiful roads in the country on my way to SAN FRANCISCO…again!!! Yeah, I just finished my first month at…are you ready for this: a TV & Radio station! Don’t worry I’m not on TV (yet) but I have an amazing new job doing what I love — media production. But I’m not writing about my job. I just want to write about the fact that I was told not to chase my dreams in media production. It was never malicious or hurtful, it was real, solid, sound, careful advice that I should pursue something that would enable me to find stable work.
The truth is, I wouldn’t be here without that stable solid education that I will be literally indebted to until the day I die! But it was never what I wanted to do and that’s okay too. It made me have to really work for my media making skills and I’m grateful. I’m grateful that I didn’t spend 4 years studying a medium that would change by the time I graduated. I’ve seen too many “classically trained” filmmakers rest back on their education like it’s a card to never have to learn anything new again. Well wake up, this is a digital medium changing faster than software. This isn’t the history of the Ming Dynasty…No, I’m actually really glad I studied a whole range of stuff that still interests me. I didn’t study one thing. I spent the longest amount of time in engineering and the skills that I took from that are absolutely invaluable. The systems and processes thinking and problem solving curiosity never leave. But all along the way I’ve been trying to tell stories with new mediums and I’m never going to stop.
I spend a lot of Saturday nights working on silly graphics and production workflows but I know that eventually it’s going to give me exactly what I want:
- freedom to work at home in my studio
- a house with an amazing private pool (think Chelsea Handler’s pool)
- a new black convertible Porsche (911 Carrera, not a Boxster).
I know, it’s the little things in life, right…
–But wait. Before you go judging me just remember that I grew up an orphan in a cockroach invested shack in a terrible neighborhood. My grandma used to work her hands to the bone for pennies left from your pizza tables. We lived hand-to-mouth every single day. I’m not sorry for wanting more. I work for it. I’ll never quit working for it.
By the way, here’s the damn puppet that I worked on forever until one day I just decided I was going to write a script and produce something with it and I just did it! So glad I did.