Hello There — The Tree and Its Branches
You’ve found your way to the Treehouse.
It’s not a company site, or a portfolio, or a blog in the usual sense.
It’s the place where all the pieces of my work live together — films, frameworks, reflections — rooted in the same soil.
Each branch here represents a lane of my life.
Together they form a single system of attention — one that’s been growing since the days I climbed the real trees behind our street in Cleveland.
Back then we built forts without walls, just steps and rope and imagination.
The trees themselves were the structure.
That same simplicity is what I’ve tried to rebuild here: open, connected, breathing.
Film + Directing
This branch holds my visual correspondence with the world — live-action, animation, and AI-driven experiments.
It’s film as reply, not record.
Each project is a conversation with motion, color, and presence.
Some are small gestures, some grow into larger works, all of them answering the same question:
What happens when light speaks first, and we respond instead of control?
Systems + Design
Here live the frameworks — digital, ethical, creative — that form the skeleton beneath the rest.
I build systems the way I used to climb trees: by testing what holds, what bends, what breathes.
They’re not corporate architectures; they’re experiments in balance, in how technology and human tempo can share the same rhythm.
These systems aren’t made to command.
They’re made to correspond.
Writing + Reflection
This branch is the ongoing letter.
It’s where I write to remember, to decode patterns, to turn silence into something that can be revisited.
Some pieces become part of Under the Same Wind.
Others stay as fragments — notes on process, small essays, or correspondence with the invisible.
Writing is how I return to stillness and test whether the system still feels human.
The Field
The Field surrounds everything.
It’s the ground that connects the branches and the sky that carries their echoes.
Not a yard, but a clearing — the kind I grew up exploring, where forts were steps up trunks and the air itself did the holding.
Here, people and ideas come and go freely.
Some stay close, some wander.
The Field stays open, but never undefended; peace is part of its design.
The Treehouse isn’t a metaphor for my work — it is my work.
Every branch, every line of code, every sentence and frame belongs to the same living structure.
Some days the branches reach into new mediums.
Some days they rest and listen to the wind.
Both are part of the design.
If you’ve arrived here, take your time.
There’s no correct path through the Treehouse.
The doors stay open; the wind will show you which way to move.
Welcome to the Treehouse.