Getting the cobwebs out with a new color study for “The Third Way.”
Paul grew in Baltimore, famed for its bay, its crabcakes and its most cherished sport, lacrosse. Luckily, for the non-athletic, it also has a small yet thriving arts community, and with the help of several Summer classes at The Maryland Institute, Paul nurtured his creative side, tinkering in animation, drawing, and photography. He studied fine arts in Virginia at JMU, and used that degree to become a cashier, essay grader, and bartender among other odd jobs, before moving to Chicago and enrolling on a lark into the inaugural class of an upstart graduate program for digital cinema at DePaul University. Realizing that this was where his true passion thrived, Paul studied various sides of the discipline for several years, then moved to Los Angeles in 2011 to make a go of it in the industry. There, he vigorously pursued an internship at Trigger Street Productions, and with a good helping of luck, a position became available for him. He now spends his days in story development learning from an immensely talented team, while continuing to write and plan his first feature film. Stay tuned…
Showreel combining directing, cinematography, and visual effects work.
A young magician tries to impress a waitress with his best trick, but for some reason it’s not working. Quickly losing her favor, things go from bad to worse when his old nemesis interrupts, looking for revenge…
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Two things before reading: 1) It would help to have at least a little knowledge of Skyrim; 2) This is pretty much wall to wall Adult Content, you have been warned. I am not The Dragonborn, whatever that is. …
Two things before reading:
1) It would help to have at least a little knowledge of Skyrim;
2) This is pretty much wall to wall Adult Content, you have been warned.
I am not The Dragonborn, whatever that is. I mean I saw a dragon, after I’d gotten sick and was too weak to run during some Imperial ambush, getting bound up with some Stormcloaks and sent to the headsman, and that dragon spooked the executioner, and thus saved my life, so you can call me the Dragonlover, but definitely not -born. I only mention it because after we’d escaped Helgen, this real gabber named Rolof insisted I go meet his sister in River Run, his demeanor hinting at some grand adventure awaiting…
Please. What kind of man just offers up his kin to a stranger like that unless he’s got a hidden agenda, usually assault and robbery. Well I’m no milk drinker, Stormcloak, and I got other things to do.
Let me start over. My name is Syren, and I came to Skyrim for one reason, revenge.
A boy sits near me in the park, waiting for the airbus. Above us in the nano-haze, an advertisement appears, blocking out the sun. It’s a trailer for “Star Wars XII: Infinity Gauntlet Cross-Over edition.” “Star Wars is so stupid.” …
A boy sits near me in the park, waiting for the airbus. Above us in the nano-haze, an advertisement appears, blocking out the sun. It’s a trailer for “Star Wars XII: Infinity Gauntlet Cross-Over edition.”
“Star Wars is so stupid.” The kid says.
“You have to understand,” I say. “It used to be really cool.” Then I look around at what has become of the city. “But cool doesn’t matter in the long run.”
So, you’re in that stage in your life where you can see the “settle-down” coming, and you know you need to sow those wild oats if you’re ever going to live Happily Ever-After with Sally Boringbottom, yeah? Well Dr. Lovebomb has your prescription ready…
Note: Dr. Lovebomb is still awaiting his certificate in, uh, love. But fear not, for he is an astute observer of the human condition, has been noted for his “unique sense” of gender dynamics, and his mother has often described him as “the best, most handsome.” As such, he has plenty of wisdom for your desperate ass, I mean you are looking for love advice on the internet, who are you to judge a professional?