Dakota Warren

One day, amidst a blur of Malibu construction sites and rush hour traffic, after a cursed sculpture project that threw my public art career spiraling into a permanent hiatus, a Teamster named Florian inexplicably fixated on the idea that I become a storyboard artist. Naturally, without much hesitation, I took his bizarre advice, and after a little practice on a pack of index cards and a couple of well-worded Craigslist ads, I quickly landed my first gig on the feature film A Case of You.

By the time I was a full-time storyboard artist, working remotely wasn't even on my radar. Paper was still the standard in 2012, and I fully expected to be stopping at the Hollywood Utrecht for a fresh stack of sketchbooks and Xerox-friendly blue pencil leads on my way to the office for the duration of my career.

The last storyboard artist standing

In recent years I've experienced the same existential crisis as others who have stumbled through life, drawing themselves out of their problems. Our only weapon, rendered harmless against the undead hordes of our teachers' work.

I chose to stand my ground, and with a clear conscience, fight fire with fire. And after a long road where digital nomadism transformed into geo-arbitrage for survival, my efforts finally bear fruit in the form of a trail of satisfied clients.