victorycoast=victoriacosta

I have always had this relatively peculiar fascination with nomenclature- even before I knew there was a word for it- and thought, throughout my childhood, that it was pretty damn cool to grow up a (relatively successful) competitive athlete within miles of the Atlantic coast of South Florida.

as I segued out of athletics, and into the proletariat world of varied forms of creative endeavors, I stumbled through this whole concept of staying true to my name, and, if I’m being honest, staying true to much of anything at all.. but it’s been a most fortunate privilege! I tell my friends, “my problems are awesome!” and, for the most part, I think they believe me. and, for the most part, I think I’m telling the truth.

today, I live with my chosen ones about two miles from the East River, which forges its way to the very same Atlantic Ocean that has become so much a part of the who of me. I revel in the moments when I’m exploring new spaces. I use visual media to make transformative ideas as cool in the real world as they are in our heads. I try to get my hands dirty in the reality of my ideals, and believe that we should live our work in service to our neighbors, and their neighbors.

and, while I have never not lived near a body of water, I still think the “winning” part of the reason I am here has yet to fully take form.