Funny how I spent two decades chasing a dream I thought I had to. But once I let go, I found what truly makes me happy.
I wasn’t meant to be a musician.
I was meant to create.
Funny how I spent two decades chasing a dream I thought I had to. But once I let go, I found what truly makes me happy.
I wasn’t meant to be a musician.
I was meant to create.
I asked pro food photographer Mark Manne for advice. He told me:
“You are an artist of light.”
It sounded like I was rolling a Paladin in World of Warcraft, but I got it—light, shadows, reflections all worked together to create something unique.
And I loved it.
I asked pro food photographer Mark Manne for advice. He told me:
“You are an artist of light.”
It sounded like I was rolling a Paladin in World of Warcraft, but I got it—light, shadows, reflections all worked together to create something unique.
And I loved it.
What seemed simple was an art form—lighting, composition, styling. The skill behind it amazed me.
And for the first time in years, I felt something I hadn’t felt in music: excitement.
What seemed simple was an art form—lighting, composition, styling. The skill behind it amazed me.
And for the first time in years, I felt something I hadn’t felt in music: excitement.
Then two things happened:
1. I shot photos for a product launch.
2. I took restaurant photos for a paper.
I had no clue what I was doing. Food and product photography were harder than they looked—bad angles, bad lighting, just bad.
Then two things happened:
1. I shot photos for a product launch.
2. I took restaurant photos for a paper.
I had no clue what I was doing. Food and product photography were harder than they looked—bad angles, bad lighting, just bad.
For years, I told myself: This is what I’m supposed to do.
When I finally asked myself if I wanted this, the answer hit me harder than I expected.
For years, I told myself: This is what I’m supposed to do.
When I finally asked myself if I wanted this, the answer hit me harder than I expected.
But the tours and money never came.
In my twenties, that didn’t bother me. But in my thirties, it got rough. The inconsistent pay and grueling hours—music wasn’t fun anymore.
But the tours and money never came.
In my twenties, that didn’t bother me. But in my thirties, it got rough. The inconsistent pay and grueling hours—music wasn’t fun anymore.
I wanted nothing more than to play real guitar. My dad handed me his old electric, and I became obsessed.
I wanted nothing more than to play real guitar. My dad handed me his old electric, and I became obsessed.