I admire the confidence of those who can write about themselves without hesitation. As Dr. Lecter put it, I myself cannot.
The burden of living as a film editor is perceiving the frame before and the frame after at the same time. From that vantage, intention is unavoidable. It follows me everywhere, shaping my perspective in an inescapable tension. It is a weight I carry willingly, made bearable by the love of and for the craft.
That said...
Coffee. Toilets. Cables. Lights. Pixels. Dark bags. Hard drives.
I’ve served, scrubbed, hauled, moved, patched, loaded, and cloned.
But the timeline? That’s my escape hatch. When I’m cutting, all else ceases to exist. Every frame is forensic and every cut has to earn it’s place. I’m attracted to stories that bruises you, the kind that leave a mark long after they end.
Thank you for your time.