I’m a big dude. Take the copious quantities of calorie-containing-caffeinated-carbonated-concoctions (CCCCC), mixed with fried bread, pizza, and other processed delights out of the picture and out of storage from my body – I’d still be a big dude. Don’t tell me I am using the “I’m big boned” ideology as a crutch either here Sally. My feet for example are size 13, and they are so bloody wide I can’t fit into most shoes. Isn’t this interesting? No – no it’s not. But, this is one of the rare occasions I am going to use this public place of writings as a way to take some accountability over my life and set in stone some certain decisions I’m making right now. Maybe it can help someone out there take charge of some aspects of their life along with me.
Once and awhile it is clear – there is some kind of element in the world pushing people to amazing opportunities. Call it whatever in the love you want: God, the force awakening, karma, fate, destiny, kismet, serendipity, luck, or your mom. Or don’t call it anything, I don’t really care. 🙂
The point is – I believe in it. There is something more, something bigger than my mind and my personal circumstances out there. A quiet guide waiting for us to listen and calm our thoughts enough to jump and take chances. These opportunities could be as simple as a new friend that changes your life, an amazing opportunity tied to your passions (in my case my biggest passions being family/friends, philanthropy, and raw art), or the chance to finally show the world a part of your heart (if you care about that kind of thing).
Why do I believe in such hokey nonsense? Most recently it’s a little thing called Wildlife and its creator Whit Hertford. Actually it’s a big thing. It is a deep and personal story crafted by Whit, and made into a short film by a killer team. How I stumbled on this project is nothing short of strange. From the moment I heard about it – I had an enormous pushing feeling that I had to get involved. I could not make the feeling go away, until finally the stars aligned and I became a part of the Wildlife pack.
All the opportunities I mentioned were a part of this one experience – new lifelong friends, being a part of my favorite kind of unprocessed real art (Everything anti-Michael Bay, I still can’t get over the new TMNT – my ultimate favorite as a kid turned into crap that I couldn’t even bring myself up to seeing), and now the chance to show off this art to the world. This is Whit’s heart, and everyone’s heart that “invested” in Wildlife.
This chance to show the world being (drum roll) Wildlife’s premiere at the Cannes Film Festival!
There are so many amazing artists that never get the chance to share their craft on a large stage, but this time – Whit freaking made it! And holy mother of England does he deserve it. As does Ryan, Connor, Erich and the whole team. Congrats guys, and thanks for the Wildlife ride. Whit you’re a genius, that’s it man. Excited for all the rides to come.
This is one of my favorite images of all time. You know that look. You done bad man, bad. Our ability to communicate through expression and body language is a beast cake*. Look at that face! This happens to be my wife’s face. I captured so many little subtleties of her personality in this one image. There is a little annoyance, disapproval, a slight smirk, but still some mystery. What is she thinking exactly? So many subtleties here that all add up to this woman I desperately love. Fun stuff.
“You’re a writer Wes?” states this cute mysterious free floating wife face head thing. “Um… yep. Didn’t you know that?” Apparently she didn’t. Apparently nobody really knows that about me. So here I go. I’m going to keep up my writing chops here. To date I’ve written 3 short films, one full length comedy film, lyrics to hundreds of songs, far too many boring but usually A+ graded psychology papers, and I am finishing up a book.
The book discusses my struggle to become a successful creative person via self therapy sessions. It’s a comedy memoir narrative type thing where I tell stories about being rejected by Bill Murray, John Cleese, and a whole bunch of other fun letdowns you can laugh at. Get ready because I’ll be chanked* if I don’t get the thing published. ROCKmaninoff my friends.