Words.
Words.
Words.
Everything starts with them.
Some people will tell you pictures come first because a picture paints a thousand words. And their annoying friends will back them up saying, actions speak louder than words.
But, hey, sorry picture-slash-action-slash-annoying people, you just used a bunch of words to make your point.
So let’s put their bamboozling and bum-fuzzling bullshit (see, 3 great b-words right here) aside and agree that the last word on words is that they come first. Always.
Because without words, what would be the point of alphabet soup, magnetic fridge poetry, and skywriting?
Your eyes have probably arrived at this sentence and realised I’m pro words (and a word pro). It’s why I get out of bed in the morning when it’s still dark and before sparrows peck off their snooze buttons.
I love writing words because they have the power to unleash so much creative energy.
What kind of energy?
Words I wrote sparked these short films that I went on to direct:
My love for words shines in these spec features & pilots:
And my words made these ads less pesky:
