Admitting to myself that I was an artist wasn't an easy thing to do. Nor was it quick...nor painless. But it happened, and I'm better because of it.

See, I grew up on an acreage nestled between to a dirt road and a state highway and the closest "art" that I knew about was in the big city of Omaha, Nebraska, 35 miles west. But even then, I only knew artists as someone who could draw or paint or play an instrument, something I very much couldn't do. I grew up building things and working with my hands: art that the hardworking men and women of small town America don't realize is art.

It took me studying mechanical engineering to realize that I indeed had an artist, and he was dying under mathematical perfection. I need more chaos and beauty in my life, and luckily I could feel that at 19.

It wasn't until I graduated with an English and Speech Communication degree, moved to the mountains of Colorado, went on a 15,000 mile cross-country road trip, and then lived in LA for 4 years while believing that acting was my best option to become a storyteller... that I finally realized that the perfect blend of math and chaos, hard work and beauty, engineering and intuition is being a filmmaker. It was a grand understanding.

Now here I am, 8 years into studying and practicing filmmaking, and I couldn't be happier or more excited to be on the path that I'm on, doing what I'm doing.

I love learning and I love helping people. So if you have any questions or have any desire to collaborate, please don't hesitate to ask. I'm always an email away.

Much love,
Gabe