I’m back from Miami.

The weather, as expected, was great. A nice breezy 80 degrees each day. It’s a treat to wear shorts comfortably in December when you live in the North.

It was an interesting week. I mainly played the role of silent cameraman, while everything went on around me. (Plenty went on, I’ve got almost 10 hours of footage to dump!) The trip was valuable; it helped me recenter my focus and realize the “Art Scene” isn’t really for me.

I’m not a traditional artist, that breed is dying. At this point, I even hesitate to categorize my self as an ‘artist’ since so much of my design aesthetic has nothing to do with the traditional fine arts. I’m a bit of a fish out of water working on a Web TV show about drawing the figure.

The truth is I’m working very hard (with little pay!) to help other people realize their creative visions. There is a generational schism taking place between ‘old media’ and ‘new media’ – I can see the writing on the wall and I’m not so sure others do.

It’s an strange (natural?) progression I’m taking – when I first came to New York I was happy just taking work any production work, anyone’s creative vision really. It is beginning to wear thin. I’m learning I don’t like standing in the shadows of others. I guess somethings never change once you leave the corporate world.

Come January I will kick my screenplay into high gear as I start attending the New York Film Academy Screenwriting workshop. Then I think it’s time to start looking to work with the best people of my generation.

This was all heavy on my mind as the plane made its ascent above the clouds. The clouds almost looked painted – it was beautiful and just for a moment I forgot about what a silly little mess life can be.