Sometimes I think about how a
photograph, a sentence, and a film cut all carry the same silence. They pause
the world just enough for you to notice it. It was never just one thing for me.
Video Editing, yes. But also writing. Then photography. Filmmaking. Design. And
Motion graphics. They’ve all taken turns shaping how I see. They seemed
separate at first, but the more I practiced them, the more they started to talk
to each other.
Graphic design showed me how
space breathes. Photography taught me stillness - the kind that feels almost
meditative, like the world holding its breath for a second. Editing gave me
rhythm, the heartbeat of a story. Motion graphics showed me that even type can
move like a dancer. Cinematography taught me to listen to light. And writing
gave me the language to make sense of it all. It stitched together the quiet
lessons of each craft, turning them into thoughts I could hold.
Once you touch different
disciplines, they stop behaving like isolated islands. A poster starts to feel
like a sentence. An edit becomes punctuation. A photograph carries the silence
of a paragraph break. Even a pamphlet lying in a dustbin has something to say
about design and human behaviour. Architecture feels like cinema frozen in
time, and cinema feels like architecture in motion. The boundaries blur, and
suddenly, the world itself starts teaching you.
That’s the real gift of being a
generalist: observation. You don’t just consume movies, billboards, or
newspapers anymore - you study them. You notice hierarchy in a headline. Mood
in a frame. Balance in a layout. You catch the way light falls on a building,
or how an ad in the corner of a newspaper quietly competes for attention. Every
surface becomes a canvas, every medium a classroom.
And in all this, I often find
myself thinking about the philosophy of oneness - how what looks
separate is actually connected. None of these crafts live alone. Design without
storytelling is decoration. Photography without rhythm is just a record. Cinema
without light is emptiness. They depend on each other, lean on each other, like
instruments in a band. Together they form something whole.
Maybe that’s what creativity
really is - a series of replacements. One skill grows into another, one way of
seeing dissolves into the next. And yet, there’s still a strange continuity
running through it all. It reminds me of the Ship of Theseus: if every
plank has been replaced, is it still the same ship? In my case, the skills keep
changing - designer, editor, filmmaker, writer - but the vessel feels whole.
What carries through is the same curiosity, steering it forward.
People celebrate specialists because they’re easy to define. Generalists, on the other hand, are harder to pin down. They don’t move like knives, cutting in one direction. They move more like rivers - branching, merging, carrying influences from many sources until they become something larger downstream. And maybe that’s the point. Creativity isn’t about narrowing down - it’s about letting the boundaries dissolve. Writing, design, cinema, photography, editing - they’re not separate crafts. They’re different languages trying to say the same thing. The more of them you practice, the more fluent you become in creativity itself.
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