A lot of side projects I’ve worked on have become my main projects, become side projects again, and eventually stood on their own.Going from end to end so many times has helped me become aware of ideas as they come and how to ideate on them immediately.
At any given time, I usually have somewhere between 6 and 8 projects
When you make a stunning shot, the absolute audacity of creating that moment, it’s important to remember how important it is. How f*cking brilliant it is that it got made at all. How lucky and fortunate everyone including yourself is to be standing in that room together to witness and experience its creation: because it’s a f*cking national treasure. Fleeting
The airplane crossed blue skies. It seemed like It would last forever. Sun and blue, simultaneously. Hank and three others sat in the back of the plane, waiting for the moment they’d be called out to make the drop. The radio was static, the crew was anxious, and all that mattered was a voice crackling over the line. To let
Elon called out loud into the sunset for me to come back home. Supper was likely waiting for me on the kitchen table, and it was past time for me to eat—I’d been out most the afternoon catching butterflies. My net was a mighty weapon in my hands; I wielded it with the expertise of years adventuring in these meadows.
The raven sat on a power line, its bulging black eyes in stark contrast to the hot summer sun. The ground was sweltering, the sound of a car in the distance humming and growing loudly as it closed in on the lone bird in the deserted desert. All the bugs, hidden, waiting, beating the heat. Any oasis? Not for miles.
Today I’m happy and sad. Taylor’s uncle died and it’s always a cause for bittersweet emotions. It’s one of those places where good memories meets sad longing, and nothing ever feels like quite the right thing to say. It’s a day where the mind wanders and time passes without want to do the things that are pressing. It’s just a
It sheds a sweet saccarin tear,
to its own mortality.
Purple white petals rotting,
pollen fallen on dead wood.
To procreate here,
between heaven and hell
would be folly for any flower
(I recently became somewhat obsessed with the lifecycle of lilies while watching them bloom and die in my home. These images were all taken in my kitchen
Japanese Film Crew: Chukyo Television
Film Crew in action
The film crew gets to painting
Close up on the paint
All of us coat La Mama together
Phoebe getting down to business
Paul cracks open a second drum of paint
cake of paint frosting
The white paint difference
cutting the edges
Laying down the first coating