a story · the founder
Before the cancer,
I was already lost.That’s the part that changed.
You wouldn’t have seen it — I was functioning, building things, making it look like a life. But the guy doing it was a costume. Then I got sick, the stakes got real, and the costume fell off. The real one underneath came back up through the cracks — and he finally knew what he was for.
This. A lighthouse — real infrastructure to spread light, love and positive energy to the people in the dark, at scale. Spreading the light is the whole call.
And I don’t say that on blind faith. I’ve spent my life building things people said couldn’t be built, and shipping them. An award-winning film. A 25,000-square-foot immersive — two storeys of wrap-around light, ninety million pixels — one of the largest of its kind at the time, when the tech to pull it off barely existed. Patented inventions, one of them in a museum. The awards were never the point … they’re just vessels for the people who built them with me. I say it so you’ll trust the next part: you can step inside a piece of it →
The lighthouse is going up in those same hands. Not a someday … being built right now, in the open, while I’m in the fight myself. Faith is the fuel. Building is the job. You can watch both happen here — and step into it.