sent from: London, UK. destination: Los Angeles, California, USA

 I didn’t know what I would write about when I started these postcards. I didn’t know I would write so much about VFX. Sometimes, mostly, I hear that people enjoy my honesty, voicing stories and experiences that they dare not share. Other times it’s been suggested that my honesty might get me into trouble. I stand by what I’ve written. What I’ve always wanted to avoid is using the postcards to seek revenge on anyone, or take out petty frustrations.
Today, however, I’m finding it hard to keep perspective. The late nights stretching on without end. The unreasonable expectations. The team who labours on long after I’ve left. The bad planning. The seeming lack of caring. It makes it difficult to stand back and see the big picture, to put it in a different context. Everyone’s fundamental desire to do the best work possible is being exploited, to the point where you leave people exhausted, disillusioned, spent. And then you push them further still.
We can be better than this, I have to believe.
I don’t know if I’ll be around to see it.