The Making of

Some Obsessions Choose You.
There was one thing that guaranteed I would go to sleep as a kid, Michael Jackson's Thriller playing on the VCR. Not the song. Not the zombies, though looking back, questionable parenting. The behind-the-scenes footage. At four years old, while every other toddler was hiding behind a cushion, I was transfixed by the people building the illusion. The idea that an entire world could be assembled by a group of people who simply decided it should exist.
Something got switched on in that living room that never got switched off.
Studies across two continents pulled me deeper into the craft. The academic side taught me why visual grammar exists. The sets gave me the ethos; that theory only earns its place when it holds up under pressure.
I started at the bottom. As a Spark I ran cable, moved equipment, and learned how everything connected. I moved quickly to Best Boy, then to Chief Lighting Technician. By the time my crew gave me the nickname Silent Warrior, I had earned every step of it. I never asked for the title. I just never stopped showing up.
Then came a fast-moving, high-pressure broadcast environment. I came in through the technical door: cameras, lighting systems, live operations. But the moment I stepped into the Art Director role it was full steam ahead. Decisions about color, atmosphere, editing style, typography, social trends, those started landing with me. The technical role stayed. The creative responsibility built around it. One day I was executing the vision. The next I was shaping it.

