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As a sort of an honor for Saul I decided to bring this lounge chair to life, birthed from paper towel sketches, maturing to conceptual mixed media renderings on 11×17 marker paper, then finally becoming a ½ scale cardboard prototype.  This is just the way he would have wanted it – not an actual full scale working piece of furniture that would be used for actual lounging, no.  Knowing him, it would’ve just been cornered in his humble apartment to be used occasionally, prisoned in between mounds of his dirty laundry and boxes filled with kitchen appliances and photo albums he failed to unpack since his move into that place near two years ago.  I mean, Saul owns furniture and finds them useful.  His appreciation for them, however, was on a different level when they were displayed as downscaled models.

“They’re fucking adorable man,” Saul said about my furniture prototypes.  This was always an honor for me to hear from him, no matter how many times he said it, and he said it a lot.  He never even used the word “adorable” to describe playful newborn babies.”
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This is from an unfinished project (a novel, yes you read that right) I started several years ago that I need to really be more serious about completing.  Even with the amount of work I do, there’s too much time in a day for me to ignore things like this – things that make me, me.

As a sort of jump start for myself I dug into my other sides of design and film and provided a short visual for this segment in my chapter one, titled ‘The Lounge Chair.’  The video features the song “Misty Mountain Hop” from one of my all-time favorite bands, Led Zeppelin (and I might have a problem with you if you just asked yourself who Led Zeppelin is).

Piece by piece.  That usually gets it done.

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I am often known to do and be many different things.  Busy-minded tends to be the best description.  As my “9-5” (as it tends to reach a lot farther than eight hours/day) I am a manager of a department.  The other side of that coin is that I am a taxpayer, too.  And a payer of many other things.  It’s always a good feeling to be able to pay the rent, the bills, all the coffees, and tip the Eat 24 delivery guys all at the same time.

The other side of what I do resides in freelancing the creative field, a field that is a true love and passion in my life.  I have worked plenty in industrial design – mainly furniture and packaging – as well as visual communication and graphic user interface.  In filmmaking, I have worked the entire process, from pre-production, principal photography, then finishing off in post in the editing room.

I have garnered success in all these fields and titles, and while in technicalities I am all of it, I don’t know if that is what I would truly refer myself as.  Am I a manager?  A designer?  A filmmaker?  Batman?

What I do know, however, is that when I write, I am me.  More than anything else.  I am both lost and found in my own little world and you all just live in it.  Everything feels… right.  And even if something goes left, it feels fine.  Because there’s a belief that it was meant to go that way, and everything will be all right in the end.

So do I call myself a writer?

How about I just keep on writing, and see what happens next.

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