two in one day?
it must be overkill.
however: life happens, situations occur, and circumstances change.
and so begins my second blog post of the day/ever.
Lets talk about me for a second. (i do promise to be as un-egotistical as i can be)
A quick look at my resume reveals a unique quality of mine that i have nurtured my entire life.
i am one of a thousand skills, a jack of all trades if you will.
my resume includes:
short films and commercials that i have wrote, directed, and edited
being graphics editor of my school yearbook as a junior (big deal) and senior
interning at one of the most prominent commercial editorial firms in NYC
14 theatrical plays that i have contributed to, either acting or in tech (the number is now around 16, need to update this thing)
companies i have created print and web graphics for
and hobbies, which include music, visual effects, writing, magic, drawing, probability and statistics (poker lol?), member of the art honors society, president of film clubs and a bit more.
so who am i?
what defines me?
what does my business card of life look like? (more on these kinds of thoughts later)
the most important part of my resume is probably my hobbies. there you will find music, a huge passion of mine, magic, which i have gained world fame from (on a small scale, yet still across the world), drawing which expresses my passion for randomness and unsystematic thinking. (ill link to some things i have drawn later as well) amongst others.
lets brainstorm on what i am, how i can describe myself to others.
thankfully, mankind has coined a term for people like me quite some time ago.
is it that simple? am i grouped so easily, into one of â€œthemâ€?
am i a traditional artist or a graphic artist or a music artist ect.?
if i am a graphic artist, does my passion and skills in music count for anything?
if i design for a living for the rest of my life with a normal 9-5, does music just become a hobby? do i write only for me, without any hopes or dreams for my material to get sold?
will my hobbies eventually drop off, leaving me passionless and predictable? will i ever become more then just another face?
variety. does it end when you grow older? is it all a downward slope culminating in your own death?
why bring this all up?
because, life happens, situations occur, and circumstances change.
what i mean by this, is that i recently had a conversation which made me think about my life on a different scale. i realize that the decisions i make now will stick with me for the rest of my life, and that the rest of my life is a long time to be regretting stupid things i did in my teenage years.
in front of me are three papers on a table, each one a dream of mine.
what do i do? pick one up and throw the other two away? or do i ball up the other two and jam them in my pocket?
shred them all?
Which one of them is the correct one to choose? Which street is least likely to flood? Do I play it safe or put my stack in the middle?
this was probably overkill anyways.