my story (if it matters)
2007After years inside the machine — commercial shoots, music videos, polished frames sold to polished clients — I walked out.
Don't get me wrong, I loved it but my head was full of cinema, the kind that bruises.
Started freelancing under Drublik. Shot what I could. When I wasn’t behind the camera, I was elbow-deep in ink and mesh — screen printing. Fell hard for the process. Launched a zine. Built a micro-label called Rawtee.
The personal projects — the films — never made it past development. Too expensive. But the gigs for Drublik came in. Rawtee took off. It looked like I’d made it — in my own crooked way.
2009First time in Berlin. Something cracked open. The city had that cracked-lens energy — raw, beautiful, unfinished. The scene pulsed underground. I knew I had to be there.
It took years. By 2017, I finally moved. And that’s when the reel jammed.
2017Berlin didn’t roll out the red carpet. The video work dried up. I buried Drublik. Folded Rawtee. Took whatever jobs I could get — short contracts, agencies, production houses. Learned fast. Burned faster.
I was gaining experience, but bleeding time. And the clock doesn’t pause for passion.
2021–2023
Illegally fired—only to discover that the company had paid none of the legal, tax, or health contributions required for my job. The system came for me instead. Even after a court ruled in my favor, I was left with a piece of the debt. It was too much—a weight I still carry today.
Eventually found a new job — a good one. Fair company. Honest people. Still in video, though far from where I started. But I was already running on fumes. Debt up. Spirit down. Rock bottom. No cutaway.
2024–2025At my lowest point, I had to sell my camera and most of my gear to pay bills—I even stole food to survive. But I never quit.
Instead, on the ruin of Drublik, I built Aegir Studio and I wrote. I wrote a feature script called The Edge. A long shot — but real. Crafted with intention. Built for low-budget independence. Designed to turn constraints into strengths. A true expression of my aspiration
The crowdfunding flopped. Doesn’t matter. I’m still building it. Stubborn brick by stubborn brick. This film will live. At any cost.
I’ve returned to screen printing. Slowly. Quietly. End up starting Jōhatsu.
And somewhere in the cracks, the code started flowing. I’d trained in it, back in the day. First, small video tools. Then a bigger idea surfaced:
A niche streaming platform called Skrean. A dark corner of the web for horror, for genre — for the films that don’t beg to be liked. They demand to be felt.
I want to release The Edge there. Maybe yours too.
Keep going. Not for applause. For survival.