Some of the Dharma

Somewhere in Germany….

Getting there is good. Getting there being who you are is the most.

Water, woman, running, springtime, seed. How we go on…

Elad/Mamnoon

"I always loved the sound of accordions..."

                               -Dale Chihuly

There is a very long story behind this brief film.  Ask me about it some time...

"You only have  so much time... to taste the richness..." 

"I want to bring the sky into your own personal space..."

"It's completely open: explodes!- boom! and goes- I don't know- to the cosmos... "

                                                         - Dino Saluzzi

Anna/Mamnoon

 

 

 

 

 

Prayer For The White Page

Be a shame to say you waited

for inspiration or rain

didn't have lightning in a bottle

or "what it takes". 

 

Time is chicken in a cage

 

Took a  piss off

the back porch the river

washed in moonlight and thought

this water will kill winter

filter into the earth

coax a wallflower toward light

and build a tower of flowers

nine point eight meters 

per second per second tall

which will fail of course and fall

as we all shall fall.

 

Clock tick clock tick

Its time to work

 

 

Thibaudet wore great shoes. Satie's Trois Gymnopdies reverberated deep in the crowd thick quiet.

       " ... it's why our blood runs red..."

                                                  -Bob Kramer

 

A few of my favorite things: Northwest Film Forum and (of course) Michael Siewerath.

 

Someday, someone will give me the money to complete the feature film about Chad: worldclass climber and extraordinary human.

 

 

It was thrilling to interview Turrell- a bonafide American original. But this wasn't the film I wanted to make. Now it's just another flawed piece...

 

 

 

This is a clip from a longer work about the great Argentine composer/bandoneonista, Dino Saluzzi. A completely hand made film but I'm proud of this one. Get in touch if you want to see more.

 

 

 Leslie Chihuly is one cool chick. This was a lavish, soulful swinging night on Seattle's working waterfront.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 It didn't feel like history at the time. It felt like community. But it was both. You were lucky if you did. And I did many times.

 

 

 

 

That moment when you realize the person in front of you is incapable of bullshitting... how scary it is.