Made in the U.S.A.

6 years ago, I feverishly assailed a thirty-year old film school graduate, for wanting to make movies that only reflected artistic impressions.  At that point, I was very much story focused, very much confident of my ability to create and deliver my stories.

Six years later, as I approach thirty, I find myself more and more drawn to impressionistic video making.  Partly, this comes from the struggles of commercially delivering a story, and even, the struggles of living a financially viable life.

How things change, how ashamed I am sometimes of the zeal of youth, the short period of infallible belief that sustains the age between twenty and twenty-two.  Now, three months before I turn twenty-seven, I sit alone, wordless.