ONCE UPON A TIME ...

I wanted to be a comic-book artist.

My parents never had to worry about me. If they ever wondered what I was up to, all they had to do was follow the quiet. They would find me reading a book, building spaceships out of LEGOs, or drawing, drawing, drawing amid scattered sheets of paper and mounds of eraser shaving.

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For a while, I considered making a career of it, but when writing and photography became competing interests, I chose journalism instead. Years later, I switched gears again, this time going into visual effects and eventually into my current job as art director. Along the way, I started teaching myself music.

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Apparently, I can't pick a box to fit in, forever a "Jack of all trades," perhaps even a "Renaissance man." I am half-French, after all.