I was relatively technically adept. I can edit and wire up a light.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Whether it was working on theatre sets or stage lighting, I didn't realize most all of the skills I was exposed to were going to come in handy later on when I became a designer.
I was training to be an electrician. I suppose I got wired the wrong way round somewhere along the line.
I often think I am a better person because I lived for many years of my life with a flashlight. I have developed skills I did not think were possible - bathing with a cup of water by candlelight, for instance, and writing a story with a headlamp on.
I was saying as a joke the other day that I love film editing, I know how to cut a picture, I think I know how to shoot it, but I don't know how to light it. And I realize it's because I didn't grow up with light. I grew up in tenements.
I was never really good at anything except for the ability to learn.
I started working occasionally for my father when I was around six. The first skill I learned was how to join a plug to a wire.
People still call me the eternal amateur. After all, professionals are supposed to be able to conduct everything. But I can't unless I feel some connection inside. Conducting is not an end in itself for me.
I got into cars through my father. He used to work on cars. My job was to hold the light, which pretty much was the limit of my mechanical abilities.
I trained myself to perform on the field.
I can change a light fixture, and I can do certain things. But I'm really bad in terms of construction. I can't do any of it on my own.