“What will I talk about? Will I seriously have to lie on a couch? Will she ask me pointed questions or am I expected to talk the whole time – unprompted?! Is this just a paycheck to her or is she actually going to listen to me and care about this situation? More importantly,… Continue reading This is Just Therapy
It all began with empathy. I lost myself in the midst of putting on the views of others. Their glasses of hatred plastered, soldered to their faces. They haven’t known your love – they fear it. They haven’t seen your creation. But you teach that empathy, to be in the world, to immerse ourselves… Continue reading The Dangers of Empathy
Two years ago I didn’t know a majority of the people in these photos. I was floundering. I didn’t have much of a community and I was very unsure about Los Angeles and especially about my place within it. I knew I was called here, but why? In what capacity? This week I’m reminded of… Continue reading A New Home
Look Past. Look past his face, the fear in his eyes, the smirk that doesn’t align. Look past the tint of her skin and the chip that proudly adorns her shoulder. Look past his age – the wrinkles and all the misconceptions and truths that lie in the folds. The dark secrets beneath his ignorance.… Continue reading Look up. Look Past.
When I first moved to L.A., I pretty much hated it. The traffic, the smog, the high rent, the aggressive drivers, the 18 million people, the industry, everything. But after scrooging it up for two years, I knew something had to change. In the summer of 2014, I woke up in the middle of the… Continue reading Community with a Capital “C”
I’ve been spending a good portion of my time with an adorable two year old named Viola. She’s seriously the most amazing toddler. I guess I haven’t been around, like, TONS of toddlers, but I’ve been around enough to know why they’re called “The Terrible Twos”. Not Viola, though. She’s anything but terrible. She’s practically… Continue reading Painting With Toddlers
Dear Friend, You are not your job. Let me say that again. YOU are NOT your J.O.B. You are not your pursuit of a career. You are not that directing job, that role, that writer. You are not your talent. You are more than these things. You are more than the sinking depression and fires of… Continue reading To My Discouraged Friend