
My goal as an artist is to make movies with merit, legitimate films that have some basis in the eternal structure of storytelling: an emotional arc with regards to story and character. A theme and a situation are the backbone. A character is placed within it, and the journey leads to catharsis. The audience, having viewed my work, will consequently be for the better or the worse - hopefully for the better. However, a film may have a story to tell that does not have a happy ending. Some days, it feels appropriate for me to think that only sad stories can be told, for there is so much I see wrong with the world I am living in. Of course, on other, happier, days (fewer, in truth) there arrives a desire within me to comment on that as well – to reflect on what I experienced and why it had the effect that it did.
Money is nice, and I would like some, though comparisons made between any work I have completed for profit and work I have done solely for my own sake reveal instantaneously that my personal satisfaction derives not from monetary gain but from enlightenment and inspiration stemming from my own imagination and creativity. When I create something that has substance, and time has passed for me to view it on its own terms, I am able to instill a level of self-reflexivity, which allows for a deeper understanding and grasp of the qualities of humanity than any other craft I have ever focused on. Yet, the work itself also reveals truth; pre-production is an opportune time for research and discovery in any field written for any particular script: on any given day, I may suddenly be prompted to inquire into the life of a doctor or detective, as a professional and, more significantly, as a human being. How someone in another role or occupation of life operates intrigues me, and the work that I do satisfies and sometimes even gives me the first necessary push into the commencement of such detailed introspection.
At this moment of my life, I am in awe of all other art forms. I once believed that cinema reigned supreme amongst them, but slowly I began to learn that certain moods or reactions can only best be emulated and performed in their appropriate mediums, such as stage work or the everlasting tactile handiwork of homemade crafts. Currently, my interests lay in these other arts as well as film, no longer confined to the restrictions of just any one method, and while I may not be as apt to perform so well in these other territories, my desire and curiosity of the human element is nevertheless continually spurred onward in the purest devotion to self-expression, the one trait I have always carried and always will.




