I’m a film school drop-out. There are many reasons for this but mostly I blame my first screening of Godard’s Weekend and Tarkovsky’s book Sculpting in Time. With Godard’s film it was the realization that everything had already been done and with Tarkovsky’s book it was the re-affirmation of my own ideas that true power of cinema lay not in clever games, but in its attempts to master cinematic time. I was introduced to both texts not in film school but outside in the repretaroy theaters and bookstores of the real world. To be certain film school was full of fellow film fanatics but the school I attended was geared more towards practical knowledge that would secure you a job after graduation and not film theory or studies. More often than not my fellow students were excited about the latest technical breakthrough or Scorsese’s tracking shots, or DePalma’s use of the split di-opter and not the more heady ideas of the likes of Godard or Tarkovsky. To be fair I am certain there were many fellow students interested in just that, I however never met one. And so realizing that I was not interested in shooting commercials or music videos but in finding the most effective means for expressing myself, I decided to go it alone, live and experience life so as to evenutally realize my own, personal cinema on my own terms.