I'm a director & artist, rooted in graphic design and photo-real compositing. Born in Annapolis Maryland, I studied graphic design and photography at Towson University in Baltimore. After graduation, I moved to Washington DC, then hopped to LA, where I worked at DNA Studio on various high profile interactive projects. Eventually losing interest in the interactive world, I began focusing more on motion graphics and film related work. I moved to Chicago and took a position at Digital Kitchen where a directed and contributed to various projects.
I currently reside in New York City working as an Associate Creative Director for Shilo. I like the sun but prefer the night and I am looking forward to warmer weather. I play Kate Bush's "Running up that Hill" every Friday at work.
Now the long view deepens:
Even God's angels
Admire the Wind, especially
The Fallen, who were
Also His, but lost their elegant
Intricate balance...
Night is falling; the light
Closes in. A few colors
Hang in the mute sky.
And I must walk the ground
With grace, in order
To be recognized as i wish:
Not for my words
But, rather, for my bearing.
-THOMAS SWISS
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.
-DYLAN THOMAS
