Well, this will be my first post. Lets see how this goes...

It took me years before I would even call myself an "Artist." When I think of a good artist, I think of someone who can just sit down and draw anything, regardless if its right there in front of them, or doesn't exist at all. A true artist, in my mind, is one that creates something new. Something that doesn't have a form in reality, or is someone's interpretation of something that is real. It is my believe that, well, anyone can copy a picture. Thats just hand-eye coordination, right?

I always considered myself creative- almost dangerously creative. By this I mean dangerous to myself. I have dreams. CRAZY dreams... that are so vivid that sometimes they scare me. I have met people in my dreams, revisited towns, and have become some amazing creatures. Many experiences are so real that is seems like at one point I have had to have been some of the creatures, such as a wolf, in another lifetime or something. I have dreams almost every night, and with a little bit of dream recall, I can usually remember them. I still even remember my first dream.

On top of my dreams, I began writing a story when I was really young. It was about another planet in another galaxy. Between learning things about my own world and obtaining visions from my "dreamworld," I have come up with something around 400 creatures in my world. Slowly, I am rewriting my story about all this what seems to be nonsense.


All of this creativity- I need to use it somehow. I want the world to see this world that has sort of presented itself to me through my dreams and nightmares.

I have gone through so many stages of thought in the way that I view the world. Religion, life and death, purpose and meaning..then.. I realized that most of this crap is no more than overdramatic human bullshit propaganda for whatever motive some jerk has at sometime in history. It doesn't really matter, as long as I use my talents for the good of mankind, I am feeling like I am doing what I am meant to do. This is what is meaningful to me, and that is more important than arguing over how many gods rule the damned Earth. I am by no means any athiest, I just think searching for a meaning of life is silly, because it's kinda right under your nose, ya know?


I've had the dark ages of my life where I shut art and music out. I thought I was going to die from depression for sure.

Then, after some serious introspection, I realized- I need art in my life! It is part of me, and my subconscious has been so much happier.

Once I decided to stop worrying about "finding a purpose" and stop worrying about Heavens, Hells, nothings, and all the bs that the world starts wars over, I really found myself. I mean seriously, I was really losing my mind. But it all kinda hit me one night before bed. My mind just kinda told me to go for it.

I went to school for computer design and animation. It is here that I realized that I was never going to grow if I stay in this town. They school I went to was super crappy, and most of the students, and even worse the teachers, didn't really know what animation was even about. It disgusts me even to this day. I need to grow. I need to become better. I want to be the worst artist in my class, so I can be surrounded with amazing talent, feed off of other creative peoples' energy. I want to make new friends that have a passion and love for art and animation as I do.

People here don't care. There is no culture- no love for something different. No Adventure.

So I am ready to start anew...somewhere else. I am going to leave this cage!

My goal? Vancouver Film School! WOHOO!

From this day forward, I am starting over. I know where I need to go. And damnit, I'm goin'!