The Velcro Dog
Here I am [above] with my studio manager, Lima, a six-year-old Hungarian Vizsla (aka velcro dog – she never leaves my side).
We live in an old cottage by the beach in an oﬀ-the-beaten-path neighbourhood.
I am a third-generation Angeleno and don’t think I could ever leave.
This city is an addiction.
It always feels like something novel could be on the horizon.
Despite living here for the majority of my life, I still ﬁnd myself getting lost in unfamiliar places – and deeply inspired by it all.
I craft most of my ﬁlm ideas by hand.
My journals are chaotic; disjointed words on every inch of the page.
Cryptic to an outsider, my seemingly unintelligible ramblings are how I concept a story and experiment bridging together diﬀerent visual worlds.
I have formulated entire script outlines for features and commercials in my journal.
The Great-Grandparents Coffe Table Books
I always have a few coﬀee table books on hand chronicling my great-grandfather Juan O’Gorman, a Mexican muralist, architect, and revolutionary who designed Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera’s homes.
He and my great-grandmother Helen, an expert botanist and painter, were so immersed in their art that they literally lived inside it, constructing their own home out of volcanic lava and mosaics.
I actively try to spend less time in front of my screen to keep the creative juices ﬂowing.
Moments in my garden ground me.
The front yard bears a massive Italian Stone Pine tree that has lived over 150 years, overcoming earthquakes and ﬂoods – a true testament of inner strength and grit – necessary attributes to live by in the ﬁlm industry!
Naturally, my garden is also home to a sculpture of my dog.