Film is it. When I graduated from college, I really had no idea what I wanted to do. I had majored in English and completed my as yet unpublished book of poetry, Botany Pond. But I knew there was more to me than simply writing.
A stroke of luck left me unemployed and on unemployment, and I suddenly had the time to do some of things I most wanted. What I most wanted to do was watch films. I watched everything I could get my hands on, but I was especially interested in international films, ideas and perspectives that were new and unconventional, that challenged the norm and hugged the borderlines. I gobbled up every thought and sentiment of the then famous Chicago Reader critic Jonathan Rosenbaum who showed me that film was more than an art, it was commentary, it was politics, AND it was expression. A few months later I landed a job that I thought would make me very happy but it didn’t. Instead I dreamed of the moment I would PA on a small short film. After my requested days off to work on the film were approved, my boss told me I had to reconsider my priorities. Boy was that the easiest choice ever. Those days on set were heaven to me. I knew what I had to do.
Two years later I enrolled in film school and two years after that, I was embarking on my final short project, “Soap and Roses.” Film was like a drug for me that I never wanted to give up. I could write, I could envision, I could create the world I always wanted, I could dream. I could hover in the realm of the impossible and the things that could never be changed and I could change them. I could exist in this place where everything falls into place and I am intuitively the ideal me, the best person I am capable of being. When I am making a film, I own the world and fill the room. And I get to bless everyone in it. That is the beauty of film, and I am so grateful that I have the privilege to do it.