Hand Grown Stories

I grew up on midnight indie screenings, chasing the moment when a single glance or line tilts a scene’s whole weight. Film handed me beauty and bite-size truth, then dared me to add my own chapters.

Out on set I’ve worn many hats: rigged rain and breakaway glass, juggled budgets in development offices, plated two hundred lunches as head chef, even stepped in front of the lens for a festival short. Each task showed me a new hinge in the filmmaking machine and kept the whole craft honest.

The through-line never changed: a writing desk stacked with lean plots, left-field warmth, and the belief that the floor can, and should, shift beneath the audience. Generative AI arrived, and I took it as a paintbrush, not a shortcut. All work is hand-designed first, machine-enhanced, then human-textured last.

Innovation and intimacy share the same heartbeat, so if you’ve got a story itching for daylight, reach out, and let’s breathe it alive.