The more I think, the more I wonder if anything by itself is meaningless. We understand anything through context: by considering its relationship with other concepts or objects. A dog is a dog for what it is to a cat. A cat is a cat for what it is to a mouse. A mouse is a mouse for what it is to humans. Among other things. But if we stripped away everything that helps us recognize a mouse for a mouse, well, would it still be a mouse?

Thoughts like these are what keep me up at night, and more importantly, make me a storyteller— a writer, a visual artist, and now a filmmaker, too. I started out with running a literary magazine for 3 years, before exploring some abstract painting. I tried my hand at coding, was a graphic designer for almost a year, and dabbled in comics and cartoons.

So I sometimes hesitate to call myself a filmmaker. But with animation, I do feel at home. It's relational by nature: it exists between drawings, between frames, shots, and sequences; between lines, between colors, between writing, and visuals, and sound... It cannot be standalone. By existence, it yearns to bring elements together, to jumble, to bridge and rattle and coax into some chaotic rhythm!

And somewhere between all those swirling elements, I weave in stories about things, places, and people... quietly relating to reveal little truths.