I find writing/ talking about myself extremely cringe-worthy. Fearing I may sound smug, glib, self-centred, or another dozen neurotic infringements. One would think that after all the years of counselling and therapy I’d be accustomed to ‘bigging’ myself up… alas – this is not a life-skill I have become adept at.

Running the risk of sounding generic, I am a filmmaker/ film lover/ film student – cinephile! Cinema (like life) enchants me. Makes me think. Makes me question. Makes me feel. I need the darkness and light that quality cinema (by the true artists of the medium) can create and send out into the world.

Bland and formulaic do not interest me. Artisans and the competent that feed the corporate machine are valid within their field – but, it is the rebels, the free thinkers, the cinematic criminals who push the boundaries and mine the human condition and the unfathomable, irrational and volatile space we function in that a valued, and should be celebrated for not accepting the limitations.

Ramble… blah… blah… blah… where’s my medication? I should not be allowed near a keyboard.